The houses on are block
Don't like to talk to us
And you can't deny
The facts

They tell us to leave
And go home or you'll see
That life isn't
What it seems to be

You get lost sometimes
Sometimes your thoughts aren't nice
Sometimes you want to die
And that's alright

My house is very happy
And you'll see that it's
Furnished to the
Ninth degree

I painted the walls
With my thoughts and
They got covered up
With the eggshell color

You get lost sometimes
Sometimes your thoughts aren't nice
Sometimes you want to die
And that's alright

The houses on my street
Don't like to talk to me
And I find that
That's just fine

They're sad and they're lonely
Upset and they're empty
You just got to
Give them time

They get lost sometimes
Sometimes their thoughts aren't nice
Sometimes they want to die
And that's alright