Vanilla

The souvenirs we kept on the mantle Those ones that sang Christmas carols You got high and you gave them away You started knocking down the walls You turned the staircase around - you Must have forgot that's where we used to play You played guitar and I played bass But no I'm never going back And I don't care how you feel about that Electronic poker and blackjack French vanilla coffee and cherry cigarettes The way the sun soaked through the porch And the Christmas tree shone on our floor Ahhh ahhh ahhh No I'm never going back