Empty House

I was busy thinkin' 'bout What everybody thinks about me? Why I laugh when it isn't funny? And why I'm even at this party now? Step out and say a friend is coming I'm walking to my car and wondering Why I'm alone but still prefer an empty house? I wish that I could just turn off these thoughts And let myself out Why does it seem so easy for everyone else? And I'm so tired of re-enacting things I just could have said out loud But I was busy thinking 'bout If anybody else is leaving This bathroom's got a dirty ceiling Am I the only one that's feeling this way now? Why everybody's smiling at me? And why it doesn't make me happy? And what excuse I'm going to give to turn around? I wish that I could just turn off these thoughts And let myself out Why does it seem so easy for everyone else? And I'm so tired of re-enacting things I just could have said out loud But I was busy thinking 'bout But I was busy thinking 'bout But I was busy thinking 'bout But I was busy thinking 'bout Get home and go sit in the kitchen I'm turning off the lights and wishing I would have stayed, you know I hate this empty house