I will not ask you in
Although I'd love to entertain you
I am a sore sight to see and
My rooms cannot afford you
My sorting time is underway and
It just might take me years to get there
Some day swinging doors
Throwing light in
Will prepare this house to love again
Landlord standing outside looking in The knee high grass 
I've grown
Don't bother him
It's a simple self calculation
I'm sifting my accumulation