Third Culture Kid - Abandoned House

I forgot how to fly when I was a kid
my colors were running dry imagination useless
I threw out all my cards except the jokers laughing face
I held it on my heart
So that my problems would run away

Fill me up this abandoned house
Fill my cup this abandoned house
Fill me up this abandoned house

Teenage years rolled in just as reckless as they seemed
face cards thrown away a waste of reality
My thoughts become martyrs
Standing in the front lines
Traded and bartered
For a good time

I've died enough in this abandoned house
Unlock the gate and let me out

My walls breaking down
In this abandoned house

Written by:
Katie Larson

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