There's a bible on the shelf by a new pack a cigarettes There's a photo on the fridge of a family that's perfect But the wall full of crosses in the dining room They've heard every argument we got into There's a bible on the shelf by a new pack a cigarettes
I didn't know I'd be More than the things you see And it wasn't easy, in the beginning, getting to know me Sometimes I can't see Past all the good, the bad and the growing But the laughing, the living, the stories that can't be sold They're more than a house holds
There's a house on the market in my old neighborhood With a fresh coat of paint and brand new hardwood But there's pencil lines hiding on an old door frame That can tell you how tall I was when I turned eight There's a house on the market in my old neighborhood
Well, I didn't know I'd be More than the things you see And it wasn't easy, in the beginning, getting to know me Sometimes I can't see Past all the good, the bad and the growing But the laughing, the living, the stories that can't be sold They're more than a house holds
More than, more than a house More than More than a house holds More than, more than a house More than a house holds
My first steps on the kitchen floor My first kiss outside the front door My first drink even though I swore That I would never tell
I didn't know I'd be More than the things you see And it wasn't easy, in the beginning, getting to know me Sometimes I can't see Past all the good, the bad and the growing But the laughing, the living, the stories that can't be sold They're more than a house holds
More than, more than a house More than More than a house holds More than, more than a house More than a house holds
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