My home is a quiet place Full of silly little things Packed full of broken shells, razor blades and jewelry rings Its got paper, paint, a flower vase Some Tea cups, towels a few dirty dishes approximately a million wasted wishes I have an oil painting of a broken sky A framed photo of someone about to die A little bit tea, coffee, and about a pint of juice A collection of college books, but hey what's the use My home was once full of laughter Smiles, sun, and ladybugs But not since after The dust settled in my rugs my mismatched shoes, and trash from a take out place Everything thing here really doesn’t matter It’s here to fill the space If everyone is dying, I guess I’ll win the race It won’t be the first thing i’ve won My childhood accomplishments The songs of my glory already sung That will be my legacy A chipped cup full jealousy Where did I leave my happy ending I seriously can not find it Not in the drawers, cupboards, or any of my cabinets It's
My home is a quiet place Full of silly little things Packed full of broken shells, razor blades and jewelry rings Its got paper, paint, a flower vase Some Tea cups, towels a few dirty dishes approximately a million wasted wishes I have an oil painting of a broken sky A framed photo of someone about to die A little bit tea, coffee, and about a pint of juice A collection of college books, but hey what's the use My home was once full of laughter Smiles, sun, and ladybugs But not since after The dust settled in my rugs my mismatched shoes, and trash from a take out place Everything thing here really doesn’t matter It’s here to fill the space If everyone is dying, I guess I’ll win the race It won’t be the first thing i’ve won My childhood accomplishments The songs of my glory already sung That will be my legacy A chipped cup full jealousy Where did I leave my happy ending I seriously can not find it Not in the drawers, cupboards, or any of my cabinets It's