When a House Isnt a Home

out of the car, and up the walk, i go to the door and unlock the lock loud voices through the door empties my heart a little more they yell about money, they yell about love they yell about who goes down below or up above she calls him crazy, he says "just maby" he tells her he wants to go she starts to cry and say she didnt know then she starts to beg for forgivness she wants to start over but nobody really wants to relive this i pull out the key and realize now, how things have to be this is when my house isnt a home to me