The House That We Don't Live In Anymore

We never got around To plant the seeds that we were Planning for the garden We made plans to paint the walls Bought the paint and brushes But we never started All the memories we had The stories in these walls And you wanted a football team But I was not a teamplayer at all Sorry you never got the best of me You’re doing better but it’s bittersweet Still see you leaving like I’m stuck in a revolving door From the house that we don’t live in anymore And I want nothing but the best for you Back in Seattle with somebody new Still see you leaving like I’m stuck in a revolving door From the house that we don’t live in anymore Paisley patterned sheets You looked you so pretty, yeah So pretty in the morning We Imagined little shoes Stand in the hall Waiting to run home to the family