Every worn out memory
came with the house
It's everything
It's sleeping like a dog
in the mid November rain
There's a beetle in the jam jar
and a cherry in the wine
A tearing in the walls and
it's intertwined
Shaking a lot of bad habits
Making my way to the door and
I'm done taking you back to the old house
I'm down
so down about it
Any would be carefree thought
didn't see
the light of day
And I've been reading rooms
and your ways I can't explain
There's a beetle in the jam jar
and a cherry in the wine
A tearing in the walls and
it's intertwined
And clear on my end
So clear on my end
Shaking a lot of bad habits
Making my way to the door and
I'm done walking you out of the bar and
I'm done taking you down to the old house I'm here shaking a lot of bad habits
And I'm down, so down in my head"