In This House

Train of thought, I forgot
Where I was and why
Hit and run, come undone
Check the vital signs

Evidence is revenge
In the morning light
Get obsessed with these messages
Then don't reply

In this house I made for you, the walls are made of stone
In this house the lights are on, but no one's ever home
I've been living on my own, and I've been having fun
'Cause in this house, there are bullet holes, and I'm holding the gun

Another death on the left
Two wrongs on the right
Threw away my mistakes
But I've still got the knife

This is hell's show and tell
Forgive me of my crimes
Heaven melts prison cells
But I'm still doing time

'Cause in this house I made for you, the walls are made of stone
In this house the lights are on, but no one's ever home
I've been living on my own, and I've been having fun
'Cause in this house, there are bullet holes, and I'm holding the gun

Never sold my soul
Because it wasn't worth enough
To pay for all the things I want
And all I've given up
If eyes are the window
Then mine are boarded shut
Will you still come inside
After you see what I've become?

In this house I made for you, the walls are made of stone
In this house the lights are on, but no one's ever home
I've been living on my own, and I've been having fun
'Cause in this house, there are bullet holes, and

In this house I made for you, the walls are made of stone
In this house the lights are on, but no one's ever home
I've been living on my own, and I've been having fun
'Cause in this house, there are bullet holes, and I'm holding the gun
I'm holding the gun



Credits
Writer(s): Audrey Dianne Scantlin
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