Two Roommates

(hmmm, yeah-ah)

Walkin' through the hallway at a quarter to three

Your keys are on the counter where they always used to be

We don't talk about the space in between (no we don't,

no we don't)

Fake friends talkin' behind closed doors (ooh-yeah)

But we're still pacin' across these hardwood floors

We're just two roommates

(We're just roommates, yeah) And it hurts because

We are just broken

things

We share the rent but we don't share the light

Just passing silhouettes in the middle of the night

Avoiding glances while we're making tea

(ahhh, is this how it's gonna be?)

Fake

friends talkin' and laughing loud (ooh-ooh-runs)

But we're just strangers lost in a quiet crowd

We're just two roommates

(We're just roommates, yeah) And it hurts because

We are just broken

things

Broken things (yeah-ah, mmmm)