Family Home - Teeth, Tongue

I wanna live in your house

I wanna sleep in this room

I should’ve never moved out

Of the family home

You both get up very early

You go to bed early too

You grind up things for your coffee

You answer everyone

Oh,

It’s the last thing on my mind and

Always, there are limits of space

Limits of time

We’re both exactly alike

In our peculiar ways

Pay such attention to sentences that the urges get afraid

I thought if I’d get nothing you’d give me nothing as well

But we get tired of nothing although you’d never tell

Oh, it’s the last thing on my mind and

Always, there are limits of space

Limits of time

We went to visit you

In San Francisco

We got to meet you

But when’d you get so old

We rode our bikes around

We rode up to the lake

You were much faster than me

But I will soon change

Oh

Always

It will

Always

It will

Always

It will

Always

It will change

It will