I want a house where I can write innAnd play host to all our best friends and their smiling facesnWhere we'll run all day nSo I'll be tirednIt will keep me sanenI'm quite the liar when the sun goes downnI want more from my touchnWe're just touching too muchnIm hoping that the fire in this place will heat all my unwelcome worriesnWhile I don't want your help,nI can't figure this out myselfnBless your soul. nFor being honestnI've become quite illnFrom spending all my time alonenI'm proud as hellnOf what I'm doing nI mean, it's love is allnAnd I can feel it in my handsnI find it oddnThat I'm addicted to all my flawsnand that this obsession is my biggest onenI've got heroes that I can't savenI'm playing games I shouldn't playnYou're breaking hearts Im driving cars intonI'm okay with your love. I just don't get enoughnI can't help believe you when you say that you don't believe yourselfnThis is what you get for being kind at heart.