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