Mansion

Park up, sit back for a moment in your car
Walk down, to the blue door, the one that breaks your heart

He lets you in, but not like that
He gives the world then it takes it right back
You don’t how pretty you are
He doesn’t know how pretty you are

Open the blinds
Let the vines grow
They can watch as they’re passing
Darling
You’re more than a bed
In a box room
In the wrong end of acton
You are a mansion

So turn on the chandeliers
And you’ll see him crystal clear my love
You’ve cried too many tears
You’re wasting all your youngers years
Hung up

Don’t you know how pretty you are
He doesn’t know how pretty you are
I know your paint has chipped
And you’re falling apart
But I think you’re a work of art

So open your eyes
See the vines grow
Let them look as they’re passing
Darling
You’re more than a bed
In a box room
In the wrong side acton

You’re more than whisper
In a hallway
As you take off your coat
More than a goodbye
At a backdoor
Hoping they’ll never know
More than a ceiling
That you talk to
When he’s losing his touch
More than a kitchen
With a table
And his snow coloured drugs
More than a bathroom
With your phone light
As you’re texting your friends
Saying you’re there to get some closure
Til he pulls you close again
But he’s just a bed
In a box room
In the wrong end of acton
And darling
You are a mansion