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