When I come home all I want
Is a quiet house
Well I came home, didn't I?
Yea I came home, didn't I?
Well it's hard to tell
And define the smells
No longer passing
Oh I wish
I'd more be the Careful Broken
I could make the bed right away
I would make it seem like nobody
Knew these sheets
When I came home I could not see
I said, I'll just touch everything
And I'll make something mine
You will have me as yours
And I'll know where I am
When I wake up
Oh I wish
I'd more be the Careful Broken
All the glasses would stand in the cupboard
But first I'd wash them clean
So nobody left a mark
See now
Now that I'm making the bed
Their seat can get cold
And time will remove
The body it knew
And I'm now the Careful Broken
I never leave the chair out and open
I put it away...