Nothing feels like home

[Intro] (Oooh... ahhh...) (Oooh... ohhh...) (Ahhh...) Nothing... Nothing feels... [Verse 1] The vents spit rust and static breath Floorboards cracked in coded steps Wallpaper peeled like flaking skin Doors locked more than they let in Control hung quiet from the ceiling Painted smiles on crooked frames Lampshades tilted just enough To cast the blame Affection’s just a different caliber Sighted in with careful grace Withheld when someone's grown too loud Reloaded when they’ve learned their place It’s gifted out like ammunition Dropped like breadcrumbs in retreat Enough to keep them circling Too little to feel complete No bullet breaks the cycle No one ever leaves intact Only emptier arrangements Of a home that fires back [Chorus] Put the kettle on, light the screen Say the lines, keep it clean (Don’t speak) Dust the table, hide the bruise Smile like there’s nothing to lose (Ahh—mmm) Set the plates in perfect rows Lock the doors, nobody knows (Shhh…) Nothing breaks and nothing shows But nothing Nothing feels like home (Nothing feels…) (Nothing feels like...) [Verse 2] Curtains drawn with expert timing Voices low and well-contained Routines carried out like rituals Sterile, spotless, preordained The fruit bowl’s always full and shining The knives are always scrubbed and straight No one's raised a voice in ages No one's said a thing that’s safe There’s no room for confrontation Only chairs that creak in sync And something sleeping in the hallway With a hunger that can’t blink Somewhere deep behind the drywall There’s a list of things to burn A window marked for exit A bedframe built to turn It never screams, it only simmers Keeps the fire just beneath But every hug’s a muzzle flash And every kiss still bares its teeth [Chorus] Put the kettle on, light the screen Say the lines, keep it clean (Don’t speak) Dust the table, hide the bruise Smile like there’s nothing to lose (Ahh—mmm) Set the plates in perfect rows Lock the doors, nobody knows (Shhh…) Nothing breaks and nothing shows But nothing Nothing feels like home (Nothing feels…) (Nothing feels like...) [Bridge] Rip the wallpaper off with teeth Light the curtains just to breathe Stack the china in a pile Watch it fall and smile, smile, smile Smash the chairs in quiet rows Flood the sink and let it grow Make a mess they can't ignore They always wanted something more [Breakdown] (YOU CALL THIS HOME?) Is this your love? Is this your shrine? Cracks in the drywall, blood on the time Raise the picture, hammer the frame Scrape out the faces, leave only names Choke on the silence, drown in the grin Pray for forgiveness, then do it again I see the oven, I see the stairs I see the fire— (I don’t fucking care) [Outro] White lights Rubber gloves Whispers written from above Clipboard notes Velcro straps Patient grinned and then collapsed Stable now Cleaned and dressed "Must’ve been a form of stress" Quiet house No sign of smoke Just another "Troubled home"