This house has it’s walls,

All so paper thin,

One more line of dialogue,

And I might just cave in,

My head is so thick,

But yet so thin,

I don’t have a pool,

But yet I might dive in,

Filling my head with all that is old, 

I’d rather see what is new,

Than what’s full of rust and dust,

I read another line,

It’s jumping in my head you see,

Like a rabbit that's not visible to me,

It’s visible to you,

Only once out of the day,

Thats between 2 and 3 am,

While in bed you lay,

Fast asleep,

On the moment before,

While my eyes start to pour, 

A naughty dream, 

That I wish I had no more,

I wish I was gone,

I wish I could walk through that door.