the same house looks so different
from how my 16 year old self remembers it
the dining table leg's still pressed against the same spot on the floor
yet i don't feel the same sitting there
the paint from the walls are almost chipping off now
and the bits and pieces left still have a familiar morning grey
but i hear different songs vibrating through them
i remembered how the 7pm sky was inked into my mind
with heal by tom odell playing on my headphones
now sometimes all i hear
when the sky is a shade of both violet and blue
is how it is not playing anymore
