House Song

Tall white house with an empty room And your name carved over the door Facing out to the tallest view From your place on the second floor Sound it out to an empty house Was it just like you had before Savior pulled from an open mouth Did you want to be something more? Now you're taller than you've ever been There's a mark on the wall, you see I'm sure that someone will draw a new one And cover it before they leave Mark my words, there's a thousand things That don't wash out with anything I keep you clean, you surrounded me And my windows are breaking Something is rotten inside of me I have to find it and Cut it out Cut it out