Lyrics

What else in this room Reminds me of you? The window sill Where the crucified pit of an avocado Still sits in water What else in this room Reminds me of the relationship I've ruined? The tables I made – Strong enough to hold your magazines But not your tired legs One more week in this apartment One more week of being haunted By the ghost of what should've been What else in this fucking empty room Reminds me of fucking you? The orphaned couch Where I spent some long nights While you went out with our friends What I wouldn't do To be a ghost like you To be somewhere new To leave everything The way you left everything That reminded you of me One more week in this apartment One more week of being haunted…