I know that this house ain’t a home Alone when you’re out, when you’re gone It’s not how it’s s’posed to be, though It’s not how I want Just say that you’re turning around
I’ve realized it’s in the little things All the times you’ve given me head when you were on your knees Guess that I’ve been programmed properly I could keep a lot of things in the private property We could build a [?] in that other company Keep out all the enemies Keep all the secrets that you’re telling me Write ’em on the walls and they won’t talk
I know that this house ain’t a home Alone when you’re out, when you’re gone It’s not how it’s s’posed to be, though It’s not how I want Just say that you’re turning around