Welcome back! Now turn around
There’s no room for us here at home
We’re up three flights because the maintenance lights aren’t on

We have nice things, but they don’t work
The stare collections hurt the face when the phone calls start
This list of options only breaks my heart

I feel I've felt this all along
You'd make more sense if you were wrong

Welcome back! Now turn around
There’s no room here to take a break
We squeeze ourselves in the corners to take up space

It’s a six-year lease, still down the street
Still seems so cheap
And yet we’re still so goddamn broke

I feel I've felt this all along
It’d make more sense if you were wrong

I feel I've felt this all along
It makes more sense if you were wrong
It’d make more sense if we were wrong

It makes more sense if we left
It makes more sense if we left
It makes more sense if we left

It makes more sense if I left
It makes more sense if I left
It makes more sense if I left

Never wanted more to feel wanted less
I'm better placed than spaced
Never wanted more than I could support

I feel I've felt this all along
It’d make more sense if you were wrong

I feel I've felt this all along
It’d make more sense if you were wrong
It’d make more sense if we were wrong
It makes more sense if I left