I'm all alone in my home So bored of the chores and the upkeep Deaf to all the floorboard creaks Ignoring all the roof leaks Dripping sheets in spring storms And as far as I know Could've been there since the summer before Or the one before that Turned my back to the arachnids said no more And as far as i'm concerned its their turn to learn to take over Allied by the dust and dog hair settled in the corners Put too much faith in my doubt Whenever I'm looking out this glass block window In this derelict house Abiding by the writers rule of three This superpower overpowered me But left a little sunroom to store my sins with a bench seat And turns out all I need A fair square 10 feet by 10 feet Day to day to incubate my dreams of wishing They needed more room to fit in Plan my escape to the south Embrace the chill looking out this glass block window In this derelict house Oh I could picture it now A view that's worth making out in glass block windows In a derelict house