promises of painted pictures hanging from your walls
promises of open doors and to your open halls
he promises that gardening together
won't be such a chore
but you're so sick of arguing
you've heard it all before
and that home
is just a hope
so get away
before your heart breaks
oh oh
he'll sit down and write a letter
thinking it'll be okay
if i know you
you'll know better than to trust him when he says
i love you 'cause you hate it when he lies
he smiles but you see right through his thin disguise
and that home
is just a hope
so get away
before your heart breaks oh oh
before your heart breaks
it's to reveal your sorrow
when all you ask for is a better tomorrow
but he can't hear
oh oh
