Nobody's Home

I pace the hallways

I keep the bed made

I got the centerpiece

Looking 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 fighting and crying

'Cause crying is trying

And trying ain't dying like we are

And nobody's home

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Yeah, there's a battleground

Under the TV sound

And there's a red wine stain

From a thrown glass pane we don't talk about

And now we're so polite

Just getting through the day

We paint a perfect smile like the pictures sitting on the fireplace

But nobody's home

We're both hanging by a thread

Our bodies are close

Going through all the motions

I wish we were fighting and crying

'Cause crying is trying

And trying ain't dying like we are

And nobody's home

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

But nobody's home

We're both hanging by a thread

Our bodies are close

Going through all the motions

I wish we were fighting and crying

'Cause crying is trying

And trying ain't dying like we are

And nobody's home

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Won't somebody turn the lights on?

Turn the lights on, turn the lights on

Nobody's home

Turn the lights on, turn the lights on

Nobody's home