I've moved so many times But that house stayed constant All the years of staying late Thinking it was haunted.
That house was like a home to me Where I'd sit with dogs in dim light And dance around the kitchen Bake cookies and try to take flight.
We walked around the neighbourhood And ate our weight in doughnuts Listened to pop songs and sang along to Snow And tried to get boys to phone us.
The place where we would rescue Peach And let our piano skills loose With Juicy Couture jingly bags And never ending apple juice.
All the teddy bears we won And sneaking into sister's parties To curry sauce and French plait fails Marked my height from when I was thirteen.
The Halloweens full of sweets on the floor And crying at sad parts in cartoons With all the 'road friends' drawing near In my best friend's little box room.
The house is like a museum A house of memory for me One thought and I am half my age With Guinea Pigs and our hopes for babies.
Goodbye old house, Goodbye old friend This is the end, I know You're up for sale and then you'll be Somebody else's home.