No One's Home - Infantree
If I were to make you a proposition
Would you accept
Only under one condition
Tell me the things
That you can't tell no one
Thoughts that you've kept close
To your chest
How long can you disguise
What you feel with a song
All day long until you feel
There's nothing wrong here
Until the truth starts pouring
Just like a storm
My thoughts I'm torn
I guess I'm just nobody
I guess I'm wrong to feel we belong
If I'm made of rubber
Then you're made of glue
All your words bounce off of me
And they get stuck back on you
Him he's growing the greenest
Of glass in the land
Head in the sand
Hand over hand
I will rebuild till I have
What you have
I'll be just like you
When I steal your dreams
Right out from under you again
It seems the grass is greener
Just down the road
Someone's house
No one's home
I guess there's just nobody
I guess we're wrong to feel we belong