Nobody's Home

I pace the hallways
I keep the bed made
I got the centerpiece lookin' like the same flowers
From our first date
I was the teenage dream
You were the quarterback
I bet the neighbors think
We're the model house on the cul de sac

But nobody's home, we're both hanging by a thread
Our bodies are close, going through all the motions
I wish we were fightin' and cryin'
'Cause cryin' is tryin'
And tryin' ain't dyin' like we are
But nobody's home
Won't somebody turn the lights on

Now there's a battleground
Under the TV sound
And there's a red wine stain
From a thrown glass pain we don't talk about
But now we're so polite
Just getting through the day
We paint a perfect smile
Like the pictures sitting on the fireplace



Credits
Writer(s): Allison Veltz, Seth Mosley, Madeline Mcdonald
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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