• This house echos my memories,
    "come push me on the swing"
    it makes my whole life go past,
    and it makes my heart scream.
    "Where did my little girl go?"
    Out fishin' on the dock?
    I'm graduating this year,
    no time to look back or stop.
    I miss this house so much,
    a little black poodle at the door.
    Apple sauce and blue gill,
    too many memories to store.
    Too big to be watched over,
    not something I miss the least.
    I'm too old to watch it over,
    Too big now for Beauty and The Beast.
    I'm too big for my little swing,
    I've grown out of "kiss the fish"
    When I used to be gardening,
    Now I stop to wish.

    Wish I'd never grown up.
    Like I'd never grown up.