I leave the lights on in every room when you're not home The TV auto-playing YouTube videos It's quite the shadow of a person who once craved to be alone Now cemented in this house and turned to stone
I wrote a thousand different songs, they sound the same I folded origami spelling out your name It's just another thing to look at and pretend that there's a way For this broken part inside of me to change
And maybe there's a way out that nobody sees In the static displays of our old CRTs The sounds of the universe being created And most people hate it
