Just this morning, out on my steps, it was raining
 I couldn't muster up the energy to
 go back inside to keep from getting wet

 Making excuses, I know the truth is the glue that holds me down
 This feeling unwell
 Contemplating months spent hating myself,
 not content but somewhat comfortable with self-contempt

 Maybe life isn't broken, but just bent
 I'm not convinced, something's gotta ****ing give
 And that's when it hit me,
 this house doesn't have to be haunted anymore
 Open up the doors, let the breeze in
 The light at the end of the tunnel is
 the experience that we all seem to funnel
 Back into the bodies that we have rented
 Life doesn't always make sense
 You're the only thought that does
 This house doesn't have to be haunted anymore
 Our house doesn't feel at all haunted anymore
 Life doesn't always make sense
 but you're the only thought that does

 I don't know if you remember
 We were half asleep in my bed
 And I said, one day you'd be asked if you would marry me
 And barely coherently, under your breath, you said, I would
 I'm not sure you even know that I heard,
 but those two words resonated harder than anything
 And once again gave me a reason to wake up
 In the morning