It's gonna take more than paint and pillows
It's gonna take more than paint and pillows
The life we built, baby, you killed in just one night
There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under
It's gonna take more than paint and pillows
I ain't nineteen, I ain't naive
You know these walls don't have to talk
I knew it all intuition, I guess
New curtains on these windows
That stained glass door those hardwood floors cost a little more
This home can be repaired
New curtains on these windows
And just in case you wonder
And just in case you wonder
To cover up all the trash that you drug in
New curtains on these windows
And I don't want no tainted anything
I'd rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke
I'd rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke
That long dark hair on the back of my chair
Everything she touched belonged to me
I can't believe you're telling me
That ain't the way I make my bed
There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under
It's gonna take more than paint and pillows
To cover up all the trash that you drug in
And just in case you wonder
There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under
I'd rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke
To cover up all the trash that you drug in
It's gonna take more than paint and pillows
But they made this place better
Must be where she put her shoes on before she left
