Our apartment is pretty small Stacks of my shit in the closet You're on the bed looking at Vine I'm on the couch Drunk most the time We have a home You're not around too much I sit and play my lonely songs You stand at the door And say "I love you" But you won't go 'Til I say it too You work too much I don't work enough You need me to say You're pretty each day We have a home You're not around too much I sit and play my lonely songs For you Song for you to love To take you home Say the things that I can't tell you We have a home You're not around too much Six plants to call our own inside You say my name It sets my mind to wander Hope you know the spell I'm under