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