LYRIC
A wall by choice that made me proud
Little black fence slowly bends
Still finding reasons to pretend [Verse 2] Warm red bricks and old kindling boxes
Where old trinkets tried to mock us
Lovely books and old board games
Felt like home and taught me shame [Refrain] Dark wood frames hold me tight
Sacred vows made in the night [Hook] This doesn’t feel like home
This doesn’t feel like home anymore [Verse 3] Decrepit fence beat to hell
Small brown stumps a mere shell
Dusty glass and crumbling books
The same mistakes we’d overlook [Verse 4] A somber half once made me laugh
This doesn’t feel like home anymore
Still finding reasons to pretend
This doesn’t feel like home anymore [Refrain] Still finding reasons to pretend
This doesn’t feel like home anymore
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