Stranger Eliza McLamb

It's a pretty house and they look so perfect in it
And you take all the space in the guest room
Dirtying their linens
Sometimes you hear him call her by your nickname
You can't quite tell cause it's through the walls
But it still hurts the same

Isn't it a bit selfish
When this is all you wanted for him?
And you still find your place
Even though it's not the same
You still live in the shadows that you claim