house

Ben Folds

There s a sign up in the yard
And the the furniture has gone
Filled with fetid memories
Unworthy of a song

Flashes of sad and angry faces come and go
Could anyone live between those walls and never know?

And I could go there
But I m not going
Pulse is slowing
No, I m not nervous anymore

I ve had the nightmares
I ve seen some counselors
But I m not going
Back up in that house again

It s just like waking up
In that second and a half
The bliss of not remembering
Before it all comes flooding back

So what do I do as all these voices come and go?
Could anyone live inside my head and never know?
And I could go there
I m not going
Pulse is slowing
No, I m not nervous anymore

I ve seen the nightmares
And some counselors
I m not going
Back up in that house again

In that house again

I m not sorry
For what I m feeling
Blow the walls out
Bring the ceiling to the ground

I ve had the nightmares
Seen the counselors
I m not going
Back up in that house again