Stare Collection

Welcome back! Now turn around There's no room for us here at home We're up three flights because the maintenance lights aren't on We have nice things, but they don't work The stare collections hurt the face when the phone calls start This list of options only breaks my heart I feel – I've felt this all along You'd make more sense if you were wrong Welcome back! Now turn around There's no room here to take a break We squeeze ourselves in the corners to take up space It's a six year lease, still down the street Still seems so cheap And yet we're still so goddamn broke I feel – I've felt this all along It'd make more sense if you were wrong I feel – I've felt this all along It makes more sense if you were wrong It'd make more sense if we were wrong It makes more sense if we left It makes more sense if we left It makes more sense if we left It makes more sense if I left It makes more sense if I left It makes more sense if I left Never wanted more to feel wanted less I'm better placed than spaced Never wanted more than I could support I feel – I've felt this all along It'd make more sense if you were wrong I feel – I've felt this all along It'd make more sense if you were wrong It'd make more sense if we were wrong It makes more sense if I left