I used to run these halls naked as a baby, as my mom chased me with a towel

I used to force my dad into tea parties, pretending to sound fancy through vowels

I used to sleep on my bed, sweet dreams almost every night

I used to live in a home before it turned red and then white

It’s been years, I live in a home of new

It’s been years yet I still go back to where my nightmares grew

For the home is now a house of old

A burned thing where my childhood was told

That night went it burst to flames

And I sit by the construction of a bought memory, remembering my silly games

For this house was a home full of stone set names