A House That's Not Quite Home - Junior

Day one, on my own, it’s so cold in this house

I don’t want to bother, but I know that I’ve found

A place I need to be

You know that it hurts

I got what I need

Be happy, be happy

The ones who love you still love you now

You’re lonely, so lonely

In a house that’s not quite home

I’m not a saint or a sinner in my eyes

If we followed our moral compasses inside

We’d shine not fade away

The pictures strip from the wall, a sold sign hangs from the door

It won’t be the same, history was made here

We piled the boxes on stairs, handwritten fragile take care

Left with the last remains of the past ten years