Sometimes I curse this house.
Sometimes I wish to leave this house.
Sometimes I hate this house.

But this house is temporary,
and I just live in it.

It’s not the houses fault,
it knows no better.

When I want to leave,
I remember,
I won’t always be in this house.

Because this house is temporary,
and I just live in it.

When I curse this place,
in all it’s modern day glory;
I remember,
I won’t always be in this house.

Because this house is temporary,
and I just live in it.

When I hate the house,
I remember how it loved me
on those cold winter nights,
beside the fireplace.

Beside it’s heart,
I remember,
I won’t always be in this house.

Because this house is temporary,
and I just live in it.