dear old house that i grew up inni know that i'll leave you any dayndear old house that i grew up inncan't you find a way to make em stay?nnand all the girls i went to school withnwalked downtown with all the cool kidsni was staked out in your cellarnmaking friends with dead umbrellanand every creak of every floorboardntells the story of the girl i stuck insidenand if they move awayni'll have no place to hidenndear old house that i grew up inni've never really been in lovenyou took my heart when i was a childnnoises wrapped around my little body like a winter glovenyou're just a random set of objectsnin a town thats filled with sadnessnin the armpit of the worldnyou're chopped down trees and rotting soilnand if i wanted to i'd keep youni'd fill you up and eat younnwith the market how it is, amandanwell you know, the price of oilnnGoodbye stairs, and goodbye stars on painted walls at homenattic door, and banister, i'll miss you most of allnyou were supposed to keep me safenthis wasnt supposed to endndoes it sound rediculousnto call you my best friend?nndear old house that i grew up inni know i haven't visited that muchnbut, every lifeless hotel and apartment i walk intonjust reminds me of the doorknobs that i want to touchni won't miss you, when they sell younto some evil yuppie couplenwith the child who'll put miley cyrus posters in my bedroomnni am a native of the northni am a rockstar on the roadni am now permanently located in each place i am knownnbut it doesnt feel like anywherenwhen you can't go back homenndear old house that i grew up inni know it isn't your fault this panned out,nplease don't take it personallynnlove,namandannp.s. - tell the evil yuppie couple, that i'm richni'll buy them out.