This is weird, don't you think?
How I used to have a wife, now I've only got a roommate?
Weird, don't you think?
How we used to hang so tightly, now we just can't come together on anything?
How I never thought I'd run from you, but I've been living in the other room?

This is weird, don't you think?
How you used to have a husband, now there's just a fucking ghost in the halls?
And he's trapped inside the house, yeah, he's tethered to the memories of love between these walls...
and I think he's gonna linger, at least until the summer or the fall...
and I think that he'll probably never really be free again...