Welcome to our humble home, we can't you invite you in Cause someone's gone and made a wreck of everything again Like this coffee table footrest where the whisky gla** leaves rings and i guess we just can't have nice things The phone must not be working cause you haven't called me yet the chair that i wake up has been burned by cigarettes I tell myself it's only smoke that suffocates and clings And I guess we just can't have nice things Step around the wedding presents we're returning to the store the lamp inside the window isn't burning any more The mirror only shows me someone else's face it seems And I guess we just can't have nice things A teardrop on each pillow here, a hole in every wall Still I'd rather these things than have nothing Keep the bedroom door shut just to hide our broken dreams It's where we tried to rise up on our torn and tattered wings The vows have lost their meaning and memory only stings And I guess we just can't have nice things No I guess we just can't have nice things