It's been months since he's been gone,
but he hasn't bought a thing.
How long 'till he leaves before
he remembers anything?
They brought themselves into his house
and left what they could bring.
What he sees when he's asleep,
oh, it isn't what he sees.
The blank rooms impose upon
his youthful memories.
This is what it is, but it isn't home.
It's been months since he's been gone,
but hasn't done a thing.
Should he fall upon the wall,
he'll be swallowed by this place
He can lay down anywhere,
lay his head down anywhere.