The notes that you left me in the morning, my dear
I kept in my drawer in the hall
Wrote poems about me sitting on the windowsill
Humming with the guitar on your lap
Oh, you took it with you when you left
Now there's this thing I can't deny
Revisiting my mind
That some days I wanna set this house on fire
That's a bad thought, I know
But I can feel that it will never be the same
Doesn't matter if it goes down in flames
We had hope for the living, we grieved for the dead
Wrapped up in a blanket on our couch
Your family's heirlooms placed up on a shelf
It's empty and broken, now you left
Now there's this thing I can't deny
Revisiting my mind
That some days I wanna set this house on fire
That's a bad thought, I know
But I can feel that it will never be the same
Doesn't matter if it goes down in flames
This house is, is already haunted
Let's burn it, oh
This house is, is already haunted
Let's burn it, oh
This house is, is already haunted
Let's burn it to the ground
Some days I wanna set this house on fire
That's a bad thought, I know
But I can feel that it will never be the same
Doesn't matter if it goes down in flames