Map of the Stars

This is just another day in someone else's house
 Someone else's cigarettes to smoke
 I wash my hands a thousand times to get those circles out
 You know I'm staying here, but no one's home
 And I'm just a weather vane in the easy summertime
 I'm the bluest bird looking to land
 Circling the papers for the things that I might find
 If only I could save the ones I had
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
 No, trouble, it don't live here anymore
 Baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
 And I ran to the apple trees to bury what I know
 With nothing but the honeybees to mind
 But I don't need a savior or a lesson on a stone
 To dig a hole and lay down in the night
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
 No, trouble, it don't live here anymore
 Baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
 And this house is made of shiny little things
 Like a true-to-scale mapping of the stars
 Oh baby, I want to fall asleep, but all these cities yawn and blink
 And they will never lay their heads down in their arms
 And I am just a color in the faded evening sky
 Just a worn-out suitcase on the floor
 I'm listening to the neighbors call their kids in for the night
 A warm and welcome choir of slamming doors
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
 No, trouble, it don't live here anymore
 Baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
 Yeah baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
 'Cause trouble, it don't live here, anymore