Lyrics

I was drivin' to town and I passed by a house The one with pillars on the porch, Had a sign on the door said "for sale" So what the hell I walked in, sat down on some strangers couch Solid old cardwood floors Didn't need to see more 'Cause I could hear you in the kitchen Playin' your guitar, All our friends coming over Little ads in the yard And dammit Didn't we almost have it? Honestly I still don't understand it We used to love to sit and talk and wish And picture and planin' Man, now I just... dammit I think the owners could tell I was lost in myself So they left me alone, said "make yourself right at home" I was already makin' dinner, Callin' you down the stairs Little girl out the window, Hear her laughin' out there Dammit Didn't we almost have it? Honestly I still don't understand it We used to love to sit and talk and wish And picture and planin' Man now I just dammit Baby, didn't we almost have it? Honestly, I still dont undestand it We used to love to sit, talk and wish And picture and plan it Man, now I just... dammit Now I'm driving away Thinking "oh what a shame" You can pray, you can hope But you just never know I guess that two bedroom picket fence magic Can't ever be ours now, can it? Dammit Honestly I still don't understand it Thinking how could we, coulda had it We coulda had it Dammit
Writer(s): Nicolle Anne Clawson, Elizabeth Kathleen Huett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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