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