This house is a lie
It touches the sky
The paintwork is dry
But I
Yes I
Can see places that haven’t been painted
This house looks fragile, and loose and quite tainted
How can you build a home life
When most of your own life has been a daily strife
To keep a few bricks and mortar together
As annoying as washing your car with chamois leather
And suddenly the weather
Takes a turn for the worst
The drainpipe looks fit to burst
The birds have made their home on our home
And my car on the driveway that is coloured chrome
The car on which the birds have shit
I’m sick of all of it
The car which was chrome
That sits outside my fake home
I want to move, I want to start again
But for now I need to get inside
Because I think it’s going rain
Typical.