Nobody's Home

I pace the hallways I keep the bed made I got the centerpiece lookin' like the same flowers From our first date I was the teenage dream You were the quarterback I bet the neighbors think We're the model house on the cul de sac But nobody's home, we're both hanging by a thread Our bodies are close, going through all the motions I wish we were fightin' and cryin' 'Cause cryin' is tryin' And tryin' ain't dyin' like we are But nobody's home Won't somebody turn the lights on Now there's a battleground Under the TV sound And there's a red wine stain From a thrown glass pain we don't talk about But now we're so polite Just getting through the day We paint a perfect smile Like the pictures sitting on the fireplace