That House on The Street- MASTERPIECE CHAPTER 4
We were like the hardwood floors
Older but not one bit mature
We were living in a daydream
With a façade dressed up like the queen
You'd find us cackling like the fireplace
On a cold winter's night
Coz we were laughing at the memories we'd
Make, In the rest of our lives
These stonewalls
Hold in the stories
That we were meant to tell
And the bookshelf
As high as the ceiling
Reminds us to never forget
That every town has someone like us
Us who aren't the type to fit in
Always seen out on the run
Because everything real isn't exciting
We bring back pieces of the sidewalk
Everywhere it touched our feet
We'll always be that House
That House On the Street
For every thrill that expired
Grew a white rose in the back
Our dreams were as big as our windows
We wouldn't dare give up on that
We built up a sky high picket fence
That was the only thing that would reflect
The disapproval from prying eyes
We could never seem to break the ice
These stonewalls
Hold in the stories
That we were meant to tell
And the bookshelf
As high as the ceiling
Reminds us to never forget
That every town has someone like us
Us who aren't the type to fit in
Always seen out on the run
Because everything real isn't exciting
We bring back pieces of the sidewalk
Everywhere it touched our feet
We'll always be that House
That House On the Street
Do you remember the sunroof?
Neither do I
We liked to pretend we had one
Because we were obsessed with the sky
With our heads in the clouds
And so far from the ground
I couldn't believe how happy we were
When we built this house
These stonewalls
Hold in the stories
That we were meant to tell
And the bookshelf
As high as the ceiling
Reminds us to never forget
That every town has someone like us
Us who aren't the type to fit in
Always seen out on the run
Because everything real isn't exciting
We bring back pieces of the sidewalk
Everywhere it touched our feet
We'll always be that House
That House On the Street.
-Neha Bhende
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