A Scrapbook of bad memories  Torchering and haunting this house everyday  I'll get some matches and gasoline  We'll torch this house  And burn those memories    This house was completely empty  Were the ones that filled it with pain  So sick of all the yelling  I think i'm going insane    Take my ears and throw them in a river  Don't want to listen to this shit no more  Take this house and put it up for sale  Cause even if you fix this home  Our lives are already broke.    2x  This house was completely empty  Were the ones that filled it with pain  So sick of all the yelling  I think i'm going insane