a house is not a home
a house is not a home
and i’m sitting alone
paved the way for them to stay
but they walked away
my cuts are fresh
my bruises white
shades of grey in summer light
and i just don’t know
how to make it fine
and make me shine
make you mine
make it all right
be alright
well i’ve burnt my fingers
learnt my lesson
god isn’t omnipresent
all he’s ever given me is
this body that i’ve come to resent
i am his only regret
my existence he repents
coz he’s made stars that shine glitter and
the world’s a movie scene
how wind lifts their hair up
and then let’s it down gently
please let me down gently
coz my cuts are fresh
my bruises white
shades of grey in summer light
and i just don’t know how to
how to make it fine
and make you mine
make it all right
be alright