Someone Else's Home

Don't like your choices of art on the walls, but I don't say it
It just feels unromantic to buy a painting at 3AM on the internet
Like, "What's the story with this?"
"Well, I was anxious and I couldn't sleep so I bought some shit"

I tried to put a sculpture in the yard once
A family memory I'd inherited
You said you hated it
"Can you put it at your studio and save me the embarrassment?"

I still park on the street when there's room in the driveway
And leave my shoes at the door
Leave my doubts in my head
And I desperately downplay
How I don't feel like me anymore

Haven't given up on making this my own
But it's always felt like someone else's home
Like someone else's home
Haven't given up on making this my own
But it's always felt like someone else's home
Like someone else's home

You want me looking at swatches and picking out tiles
I wanna go live in Peru for a while
You wanna buy houses and diversify your portfolio
I wanna get high on a jet ski in Tokyo

Don't you think we may have grown up too fast?
Missed out on acting our age
Maybe we're grown-ups to middle America
But we're still kids in L.A.

Haven't given up on making this my own
But it's always felt like someone else's home
Like someone else's home
Haven't given up on making this my own
But it's always felt like someone else's home
Like someone else's home

I still park on the street when there's room in the driveway
And leave my shoes at the door
Leave my doubts in my head
And I desperately downplay
How I don't feel like me anymore

(Given up on making this my own)
(Given up on making this my own)
It's always felt like someone else's home
(Given up on making this my own)
(Given up on making this my own)
It's always felt like someone else's home
Like someone else's home
(Somebody else's home)