The Boy Down The Road

I am laying in the same bed, my head on the same pillows that caught my tears when I was fifteen
And my love for the boy two doors down was unrequitted
I am under the same roof that led me to a new beginning
And a bitter ending
It's a strange thought, really, how things change
Yet stay the same
I no longer pine for the boy down the road
But this house hasn't ceased to make me feel lonely and umwelcomed