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