Picket fences, breakfast in bed
Dogs called Charlie, words that we said
A 3 by 1 suburban life we’ve been dreaming of
You wake up early, work until 5
We’ll be watching Mad men at night
You’re happy as long as you know I’ll be coming home
Oh what a lovely lie this
Imaginary life it’s
Just out of reach
You don’t feel like home anymore
Your words are empty promises, like paper thin walls
The minute shit got hard, you’re running straight out the door
You left my heart on the floor
So you’re not home anymore
You usеd to lay your head on my chest
No place safеr for you than this
I guess I knew to be true I was just here for you
Oh what a lovely lie you
Filled my head with at night
It wasn’t for me
You don’t feel like home anymore
Your words are empty promises, like paper thin walls
The minute shit got hard you’re running straight out the door
You left my heart on the floor
So you’re not home anymore
You don’t feel like home anymore
Your words are empty promises, like paper thin walls
The minute shit got hard you’re running straight out the door
You left my heart on the floor
So you’re not home anymore
No you’re not home
Home
I wrote this song with Isabella Kearney-Nurse and Robby De Sa about coming home to yourself after a break up. It’s about taking stock of the unmet promises and the overly grand gestures, the realisations that you only ever existed for them and their narrative. It’s about finding resolution and closu...