Paroles Houses Maisie Peters

Houses

A Greek revival that has never seen war
A million eggshells on the bedroom floors
A dog that cost thousands, but you claim is a mutt
A guitar in the corner that doesn't get played much
You always wanted to live way off the grid
Then you met Rachel, and the suburbs it is
And now there is a pram, in the hallways you pace
Lulu in the wardrobe and a dream that still aches

I can see it
The life I could've lived but I didn't
The wife I could've been if I'd listened
A little closer
If I'd loved you a little less
Oh, I can hear it
The coffee machine in the kitchen
The life it could've been
If I'd given up the high road
Made my peace there, in your bed
Oh, I can see it
Like a nightmare, like a vision
The houses my old lovers will live in
An old apartment, only fit for one king
The signal's bad, that's why the phone never rings
A bookshelf full of women that you won't read, if you're honest
A desk that's worth more than the words you wrote on it
You think it's feng shui all that dying bamboo
You hate your neighbours, they don't care about you
No little tiny feet, just the fan as it whirs
No white dress in a frame, 'cause you cheated on her

I can see it
The life I could've lived but I didn't
The wife I could've been if I'd listened
A little closer
If I'd loved you a little less
Oh, I can hear it
The coffee machine in the kitchen
The life it could have been
If I'd given up the high road
Made my peace there, in your bed
Oh, I can see it
Like a nightmare, like a vision
The houses my old lovers will live in

When the only thing that it is is past
Then the only thing you can do is laugh
Oh, laugh
I paint it out in pastels, and I put me in the frame
But I'm too big for the easel, so I ruin it again
Oh, again, again

Oh, I can see it
The life I could've lived but I didn't
The wife I could've been if I'd listened
A little closer
If I'd loved you a little less
Oh, I can hear it
The coffee machine in the kitchen
The life it could have been
If I'd given up the high road
Made my peace there, in your bed
Oh, I can see it
Like a nightmare, like a vision
The houses my old lovers will live in