It's hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted, it's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away.
If a stupid poem could fix this home I'd read it every day.
So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away
It was mine, so when you're dead and gone
Will you remember this night, Twenty years now lost? It's not right