These walls are crooked in a beautiful way, but I know they make the house speak every day. The paint chips on the porch hang on for their life. I don't know what hanging on means, but it's all come to life.
I can't tell if the house moans or sings, but sometimes she speaks.
I can't tell if the house moans or sings, but I know these noises aren't for me. These noises aren't for me, no.
The pattering of feet. The laughter in the creaks. The shadows that come off the walls and seep into my dreams.
(Why though?)
I can't tell if the house moans or sings, but I know these noises aren't for...
I can't tell the difference between heaven and hell.
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