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lyrics
Paint the walls back to white
And pack the boxes tight
And all that we leave are borrowed clothes
And roses drying upside down
Sun starts shining on the dawn of a new age
And I start saying bitter things
I thought I'd never say
Yesterday's flowers wilting in the vase
Can you still look at me the same?
Can you still look at me the same?
I don't know
Do you?
Do me a favor before you go
Turn the thermostat low
There's no use in wasting the heat
When no one's home
Mildew's growing on the fruit that you'd been saving
Don't push back that special occasion
There's no use in rotting too
'Cuz when the future's not quite what you thought
Then why should you assume you'd be somewhere you're not?
I don't know
Do you?
Do me a favor before you go
Turn the thermostat low
There's no use in wasting the heat
When no one's home
Paint the walls back to white
And pack the boxes tight
And all that we leave are borrowed clothes
And roses drying upside down