you begin to remember when you felt more like a home instead of an abandoned house

back when there were locks and you felt safe. Before the day he left and took away the door but forgot the welcome mat laying at the entrance, for all the strangers passing by to see  

and they talk about how you're haunted and walk through your halls for a quick thrill at night but never in the day. They vandalize you and tear you apart, then leave to go back to their better homes. Ones with doors and happiness

all you are is a symbol of what use to be, what could have been. Old pictures still hanging up showing that at one point love did live here. Now with your broken windows everyone can see right through you

all you want is for someone to just ******* stay, someone to take these broken shingles and run down walls and fix it and make you feel loved

all you want is for someone to make you a home again