everything inside my house is broke   the stove don't work   my window is cracked   it's all fucked up   a hall of broken mirrors   path of broken glass   everything inside my house is black   it's a cold hard fact   that life moves so fast   without taking another breath   you get caught in the past   i remember the boy i used to be   taking life on so innocently   it's cold hard fact   that life moves so fast   without taking another breath   you get caught in the past   it's of little relief   that others hold your belief   with so much standing against us   all you're got to be   the thief   everything inside my house sweats all night   i wake up every morning   and taste the salt sunlight   streaming in through the nicotine   i bathe in the smoke of the unseen