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

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