My Version of It - Lesson #163 Lyrics

I saw the pictures of your new house
That you bought, online
It makes me bitter even though
It's not nice as mine
It's just one story; this is one story
That's growing old
Truth be told, so am I
And that's why I stole
The bicycle that you told them
Not to leave outside
It represents a country life
That could be yours and mine

It makes me nervous
When I see your happy family
Is it just crazy
That their coziness just crushes me?
I saw your daughter's magic marker
Marking on your leg
When you wore
Your cut-off jeans on that first Summer day
When you used to wrap
Those slinky legs around me
I didn't think that one day
They'd be mainly running errands

You posted pictures of the new house
That you bought, online
It makes me crazy
Even though it's not as nice as mine
And they all said
We couldn't gotten one hell of a deal
And that price in this market
Is considered quite a steal
They only thing
They ever talk about is equity
But to my timid ears
It just sounds more like death to me

New house, new home
Get milk, get a loan
You sleep in all the time
You drink tea once in a while

Do you really want to know
What makes the world go 'round?
It has no choice
Just like we couldn't find a middle ground
You're the wild hare
That hopped to far and then hopped out
Somehow before I did
And then you just settled down.