i saw some photos of a happy family
hanging up on the thrift shop wall
i paid the man and i brought them back home
i feel better now when they don't call
every once in a while
i see your face when i stare at the ceiling
i truly regret
the day i wrote you off
always dreamed that one day i'd leave home
and now i do it again and again
and here i go looking for my new home
or shall i say looking for a best friend
every once in a while
i see your face when i stare at the ceiling
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