Coach Connor

I still sit on the same white porch
 Down the street
 Just to the right of the bed shades by the window
 In my seat the same three pair of shoes
 I never worn before sit by the door
 Its funny I sit here all alone
 I remember a time when this house was made of gold
 And hopes and dreams
 I loved every minute every second
 And every thought of what it could be
 Took four to pay only three two afford, just barely
 Its funny I live here all alone
 The lights still turn on
 The air still blows both hot and cold
 The waters still running
 All the neighbors still think I'm 12 years old
 I'm working on a fiction
 So where the hell could all of my friends be
 I have no convictions just seven years so I'm able to buy again
 Again, again
 Again
 Again
 Again, again
 Again