Texty
Come home early
The most expensive item
Is on the back door
In the bag held a house for four
Wasn't suppose to hear them
Got to blame it on these thin floors
I was just a kid and
Didn't wish for more
My footsteps make the room ache
Tip toes still make the sound escape
Too young to know this foolery
Too young should be stuck in my dreams
This ain't my fairytale this is reality
Skin pale and my lips are dry
Still nobody looked at me and bat an eye
I'm too much to care?
Am I not what you asked for?
Wasn't suppose to hear them
Got to blame it on these thin floors
I was just a kid and
Didn't wish for more
My footsteps make the room ache
Tip toes still make the sound escape
Written by: Maggy Ziebart
