thin walls

I know you love him And I think he loves you too But you wish he’d see things from a human being’s point of view We all know it’s toxic But what isn’t toxic anymore And I’m getting carsick in the backseat, like before I miss when this house was a home I always hated when the walls talked to me ‘Cause mom was always crying in the morning I used to think there were ghosts in my room Oh how I miss the old days I’ll stay in my Hole in the wall Safe from the Screaming and shouting “They don’t mean it at all” I tell myself Why do you two talk in circles? Round and round again I don’t understand Why we’re here again I always hated when the walls talked to me ‘Cause mom was always crying in the morning I used to think there were ghosts in my room Oh how I miss the old days