allison jenna

We built this house from the ground up,
with our bare hands we laid the foundation,
we should sell while the market’s still good,
I never was your white picket fence.


I looked over the fence into someone else’s yard,
and saw the man clean the pool, the woman tend the garden,
Felt envy burn almost as green as their lawn,
this is hard for me to say, but I’m moving on.



We could sit on the porch like we do every evening,
Drown our senses in whiskey and say we don’t see it,
But you and I both know the love we had is gone,
this hard for me to say, but I’m moving on.