It's not the poisoned memories, the Lifetime Channel tragedies,   it's not the sorrows that all these instill in me   it's not the heartless things you said   that keep running through my head   it's not the wishing I was dead   that's killing me   it's lying on the floor, hanging on the door   this mess, that dress, this pen   that's neer gonna write another note to you again   now I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall   in this gloomy dream that used to seem so beautiful      a thousand thoughts, a thousand plots   a thousand pardons   bitter homes and gardens   bitter homes and gardens      it's lying on the ground, and flying all around   all that happened here   just evidence for arguments I lose agains the mirror      this is far beyond my abilities   I'm never sure and always slightly ill at ease      a thousand thoughts   a heart that rots, a heart that hardens   bitter homes and gardens   bitter homes and gardens