The story is pressed onto sheets of paper
Yellow now, by the years and low haunting failure (?)
The paint is peeling off this old house
The ghosts that linger here of husband and spouse
The fairytale has come to an abrupt end
Packing all of their things and leavin' as friends
The couch is worn down
When you sit, you sink right to the ground
And the walls are silent now
I don't hear a thing
Not a single sound
The paint is peeling off this old house
The ghosts that linger here of husband and spouse
The fairytale has come to an abrupt end
Packing all of their things and leavin' as friends
The storybooks were false they all did lie (?)
The bullsh** that you were spoon fed
Just close your eyes and pretend that you're alright
The sun is setting, the day is almost over