Dear old house that i grew up in
I know they're gonna leave you any day
dear old house that i grew up in
can't you find a way to make them stay
and while the girls i went to school with
went downtown with all the cool kids
I was staked out in your cellar
making friends with dead umbrellas
and the creeks of every floorboard
tell the story of the girl i stuck inside
and if they move away
I'll have no place to hide
dear old house that i grew up in
i have never really been in love
you took my heart when i was a child
and your noises wrapped around my little body
like a winterglove
you're just a random set of objects
in a town that's full of sadness
in the armpit of the world
your cut downtrees and lousy soil
and if i wanted to i'd keep you
and i'd fill you up and heat you
with the market how it is, Amanda
well you know the price of oil
goodnight stairs and goodnight stars
on painted bedroom walls
attic door and banister
i'll miss you most of all
I was s'posed to keep you safe
this wasn't supposed to end
does it sound ridiculous
to call you my best friend
dear old house that i grew up in
I know i haven't visited that much
but every lifeless hotel and appartment i walk into
just reminds me of the doorknobs that i want to touch
and i won't miss you when they sell you
to some evil yuppie couple
with a child who'll put Miley Cyrus
posters in my bedroom
I am a native of the globe
I am a rockstar on the road
I am now centrally located
anywhere that i am known
but it doesn't feel like anywhere
when you can't go back home
dear old house i grew up in
I know it's not your fault that this went down
please don't take it personally
love, Amanda
ps tell the evil yuppie couple
when i'm rich, i'll buy them out
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