As much as I label these twisted-up cables, I can't sort them out
After all of our issues, goddammit, I still miss you
What the hell am I on about
I made up the bed, can't say the same for my head
I hate my own stupid thoughts
Swept up our issues and all the used tissues, but I still know what I want
Cleanin' house when the clutter fills it up
Nice and neat, but I'm still messed up
Fold the clothes and take out the trash
House not home, and I'll never get home back
The TV is so clean, see my face on the screen like a portrait without you
Can't get over my woes, so I folded my clothes
Hell, I folded the ones you left too
Wipe down the windows, but can't see the end, though I'm clear on how it all started
And now I sit alone in this spotless old home
You moved on and I'm brokenhearted
Cleanin' house when the clutter fills it up
Nice and neat, but I'm still messed up
Fold the clothes and take out the trash
House not home, and I'll never get home back
Sweep it up, boys
Cleanin' house when the clutter fills it up
Nice and neat, but I'm still f*cked up
Fold the clothes and take out the trash
House not home, and I'll never get home back
House not home, and I'll never get home back