Its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut.
This house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.
Im ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away.
If a stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day.

Chorus:
So heres your holiday
Hope you, enjoy it this time.
Gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when your dead and gone, will you
remember this night. Twenty years now lost,
it's not right.

The anger hurts my ears - been running strong for seven years.
Rather then fix the problem, they never solve them, it makes no sense at all. 
I see them everyday - we get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants, and its what she wants, then whys there so much pain?

Chorus: (x2)
So heres your holiday
Hope you, enjoy it this time.
Gave it all away.
It was mine.
So when your dead and gone, will you
remember this night. Twenty years now lost,
it's not right.