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’ll give his world then take it right back

You don’t how pretty you are

He doesn’t know how pretty you are

So 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

You are, you are, you are

You are a mansion

You are, you are, you are

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

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’re more than a whisper

In a hallway

As you take off your coat

More than a goodbye at the 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 a 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

You are, you are, you are

You are a mansion

You are, you are, you are

You are a mansion

You are

You are