There's a white fence now

In the run-down yard of my first house

And it all changed

It’s getting harder and harder to say

Do you feel at home

Whenever you draw the windows

Open to let the light in?

Are your siblings still outside fighting?

I want to be totally reckless with you in suburban streets

Breaking into houses where we used to live

And sleeping under stranger’s sheets

Your friends say that they know what's best

But I don't think that’s true (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)

We both know that in a year or so

Everything will feel like new

To change like every road

That's been repaved and painted

So what's old seems more inviting

But a crash is still exciting

I want to be totally reckless, own all of our regrets

I'll shoot at the cops while you hop the fence

I don't care if they ever forget

Your friends say that they know what's best

But I don't think that's true (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)

We both know that in a year or so

Everything will feel like new

So the next time you pass through

Could you remember how we

Framed ourselves when we were young

Next to where our guilt was hung

And nailed to the wall

Depicting everything we're running from

So if home is where the heartache is, I hope

That the next time you pass through

It won't feel that way for you

If we change the locks

There's a chance that we could

Block out things we did before

On the other side of the door

If home is where the heartache is, I hope

It's not for you