I wrote a verse or two, a song for you
It wasn't a good one, so here comes a new one
It's got the same idea, but not as clear
Which makes it more like us, as we are so out-of-focus
I saw your door and starting hoping,
You didn't even leave it open
They say a house is not a home
I say our home, isn't a house, not even a house
And when the rent is due, it's just like you
To be gone for the weekend, as I fall off the deep end
That's my complaint, oh dear
Do you even hear me?
I saw your door and starting hoping,
You didn't even leave it open
Leave it open