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 glass 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 no 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 no 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 no i guess we just can t have nice things