| Birthday cards on the fridge
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| Hung next to pictures of me and you
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| I set them right the day that you died
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| But couldn’t bring myself to throw them right away
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| Goodbye
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| The day he called: impossible
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| You’re drifting out inside the room where I was born
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| I held you up, not strong enough
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| Said my goodbyes and watched your smile fade away
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| It’s not right
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| Well I can’t be honest. |
| I’m a bit demolished when I’m
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| Picturing holding your body in the room
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| The white sheets I’m facing;
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| My nervous pacing that you’re just another heart
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| That I can’t bring back to this side of the ground
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| Now I’m scared of what a stranger might say to me
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| And I can’t keep my demons at bay
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| I’m paranoid and showing every indication
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| Talking more to myself each day
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| I’m paranoid and given every reason for why you had to leave
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| But why’d you leave without me?
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| Why’d you leave without me?
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| Why’d you leave without me?
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| Why’d you leave without me?
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| Why’d you leave without me?
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| Why’d you leave without me?
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| Why’d you leave without me?
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| So why’d you go?
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| I’m too lazy to leave my home
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| I’m far too bored to let it go
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| Like it mattered in the end
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| Or like it did any good while you were still here
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| I can’t pick up the phone anymore
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| I won’t pick up the phone anymore
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| I’m always just stuck missing you now that you’ve disappeared
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| So why’d you leave without me? |