Thousand by Empty Atlas Lyrics

I come in cautious, like a counterfeit guest
My mothball sport coat to your fetching dress
In a house we own but I have no claim to yet

Rip up the carpet and repaint the doors
We’ve plenty pain without these old eyesores
I know you’re tired, but we need those wooden floors

And it’s a shame your mother couldn’t see us now
When we’ve made charts and graphs to prove we mapped it out

Plug in the TV, let the snowflakes fall
Wait one more hour. Give your dad a call
Say we just got in, and we’re much too tired to talk

We’ve lived alarmingly since the outset
Explored the attic space like Jacques Marquette
I’d gladly walk the cable wire without a safety net

And it’s a shame there’s nothing left to find
That hasn’t been exposed and posed a thousand times