I'm sitting on the floor where the sun used to hit
Watching the corner start to loosen and quit
This floral pattern that you picked for the hall
Is curling like a secret away from the wall
I reach for a seam just to smooth down the edge
But I'm standing on a fragile and paper thin ledge
One little tug and the garden comes down
Revealing the grey of this hollow white town
It's a slow motion shatter dry rotting grace
Watching the history fall out of its place
And it's just wallpaper peeling like my heart tonight
Brittle and yellow in the harsh morning light
The flowers are fading the glue has gone dry
Underneath the weight of a long distance lie
Every strip that I pull is a year we were fine
Revealing the cracks in the center of the line
Yeah the room is getting naked the spirit is dark
But the wallpaper peeling and losing its spark
There's a layer of white underneath the bouquet
From a time before we let the lights slip away
I'm stripping the always I'm scraping the stay
Until every memory is a pile of clay
My fingers are dusty my knuckles are sore
From clearing the wreckage off the kitchen floor
The walls are just plaster run healing and cold
Just like the version of us that we sold
And it's just wallpaper peeling like my heart tonight
Brittle and yellow in the harsh morning light
The flowers are fading the glue has gone dry
Underneath the weight of a long distance lie
Every strip that I pull is a year we were fine
Revealing the cracks in the center of the line
Yeah the room is getting naked the spirit is dark
But the wallpaper peeling and losing its spark
They say a fresh coat of paint makes a new
But what do you do with the ghost of a view
When the structure's damaged and the ceiling is gone
And you're left with the bareness at the edge of the dawn
Tear it down strip it bare
There's nothing but the empty air
Just the cracks just the gray
Everything falls away