stuck in this house again. feel my times been painted thin

and it's been raining for a year, forecast whispers: chance is slim

she is sitting in her room writing love letters to no one

and she's been watching too much t.v, I think it's finally showing

it's like I've seen this all before in a cheesy mid-day movie

it's like something from days of our life or judge judy

it's like my life's been put through a slow-mo. backward replay

and it's getting me nowhere fast, there has to be something

there has to be something

sleep's a thousand miles away,
so maybe I should stop sleeping during the day

of course there's always thinking, but I'm thinking of giving that all away

if I could be somewhere else, anywhere, I would be

'cause there's no one any where, everyone has left here

i heard you moved just around the way, to the suburbs my girl

don't you know I'm never getting out of here alive

it's like I've seen this all before in a cheesy mid-day movie

it's like something from days of our life or judge judy

it's like my life's been put through a slow-mo. backward replay

and it's getting me nowhere fast, there has to be something

there has to be something