Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place a hundred times today
But the ordering of objects couldn't hide whats missing
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again
Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night with nothing else to do
I think I might know what I really want
But is a brighter discontent the best that I can hope to find
Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I'm here staring up at pictures on the wall
Where are you you're still stuck inside 'em all
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these days should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again
But love is not these belongings and surroundings
Though theres meaning in the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I ever heard
Got a desk I'll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from you
On hotel stationary from the time we first met
Whatever I can do 'cause I won't throw my hands up yet
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again
But love is not these belongings that surround you
Though theres meaning in the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I ever heard
But I'll be fine if I don't look around me that
much for whats gone
If only I could wait here just a little while
and let time pass in my room