Plain House

Thirty-seven years old
Not even close
I don't care
I hate your
I'm in your
Plain House

While I choke
I'll still be gazing at your
Brickwork
Windows
Rooftop
Plague House

While I work
I'm thinking always of your
Great Room
Foyer
Backyard
Gardens

Driving by I thought
I could be happy
In your
Glaring
Gorgeous
Big House

On the mountains
Shining oh so brightly
I need this
I want your
Big House
In my life

Through the smoke
For the first time
I can't see your
Rising
Falling
Plain house
In my life



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Moon
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