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 k**ing 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