Stomping and strumming over my head
And the charred up remains of songs
I burned in last years fire echo above me
And the worst part is i can't turn you to ash like the rest
But I cant ignore the thumping
As it shakes my house
And makes the walls close in
And the windows darken
And the wallpaper turn itself into unfamiliar shapes
That climb of the wall
Because a little glue isn't enough to hold the demons in place.
These floors aren't thick enough
And these walls not strong enough to endure your stomping
Just because you have he biggest feet
Doesn't mean you need to makes the world think you are a giant
Save you feet for a different house
And save your strums for a different set of ears
That might enjoy what you have to say.