Wednesday, June 29, 2016

House Of Love


In the kitchen broken dishes on the counter and the floor
In the bedroom is a mattress I won’t sleep on any more
In the bathroom is the perfume that you left behind
In this house there is your memory, a presence that won’t die
A presence that won’t die

I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover, and my friend
You were my lady, my lover, my best friend.

We built this house of love for the family that we planned
Two children and a dog, you my woman, me your man
But something went wrong and you lost interest along the way
Now I’m standing here alone wishing that you had stayed
Now I’m standing here alone wishing you were here today.

I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover, and my friend
You were my lady, my lover, my best friend.

On the table are your cigarettes they’ve been there for a year
I haven’t moved a single thing, since you disappeared
On the wall there is a stain from the bottle you threw at my head
In the backyard is your body buried in the flower bed
In the backyard is your body buried in the flower bed


I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my  lover, and my friend
You were my lady, my lover, my best friend.

I guess I did something wrong
Lost my temper once again
You made this house a home
You were my lady, my lover, and my friend
You were my lady, my lover, my best friend.
You were my lady, my lover, and my friend

You were my lady, my lover, but now you’re dead


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