I bought a house fifteen years ago
bright shiny and new
oh, how i loved it so
with it’s bright walls
and tall strong stairs
aspirations and high hopes
my new house

over the years
i started comparing my house
to my neighbor’s houses
and soon my house
lost it’s charm
lost it’s shine
my okay house

it became more difficult
to love this house
this ugly ugly house
the other houses are bigger
bigger and better
those shiny new houses
my ugly house

people travel in and out
of my quiet quiet house
no one ever stays
must be too cold
or maybe too warm
it’s hard to love
my lonely house

the walls in my ugly house
they turned to a somber grey
a color i could not love
no one could
it became hard to pay
my monthly dues
in my sad house

i tore off the doors in my house
i ripped at the floors
bashed in the windows
sadness paints my walls
it’s too hard to love my house
to live in my house
this house is not a home