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 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 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.