White Houses

This song by Vanessa Carlton reminds me of living at 62 Marshall St. ... sometimes I still dream about that place. It certainly wasn't the greatest house ever in terms of architecture but it WAS the greatest house ever to live in with the people I lived with. A lot of phrases in this song bring back memories of stuff we all did together and experiences we all went through. I guess sometimes I really just miss Laurier and that lifestyle we had.

White Houses
Crashed on the floor when I moved in
this little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stay up too late and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
now we're spinning empty bottles it's the five of us
with Pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day, no I can't resist the day

Jenny screams out and it's no pose
when she dances she goes and goes
beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty and she's so sure
maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
Summer's all in bloom, summer's ending soon

It's alright, and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold onto secrets, In white houses

maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
he's so funny in his bright red shirt
we were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy we're going way too fast, it's all too sweet to last

It's alright and I put myself in his hands
But I hold onto secrets, in white houses
Love or something ignites in my veins
and I pray it never fades, In white houses

My first time, hard to explain rush of blood,
and a little bit of pain, on a cloudy day,
It's more common than you'd think, he's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
Silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been

So I go and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading, On white houses
I lied, wrote my injuries all in the dust
In my heart, it's the five of us, In white houses
And you, Maybe you'll remember me
What I gave it is your's to keep, In white houses.