This house is so clean
Glass tables spread with new magazines
Can I stay for a week?
You can kick me out when I break something
From the guest room I see
Your garden stretch out, it's like oceans of green
The maid calls me for tea
And the tiles depict Mediterranean scenes
And it's all been added up
Laid so a life can lean on it
So please don't bring that up
No one wants to hear that shit
Every night in my dreams
I lift glass figurines from a shelf in the hall
Each delicate piece
When I pick it up, it just can't help but fall
Can't hold anything
All machines, clothes and cars, they just crumble and break
When they touch my hand
'Cause I feel like I'm holding the hand that made them that way
But this house is beautiful
You could live long lives in it
Please don't be so dutiful
No one wants to hear that shit
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