well i stare at the hole in my hands and i watch you slip away and i feel if i'd only done better than maybe i could make you stay and i stare at the hole in my hands and i can't remember things i say hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to day well i could but i don't and i should but i won't it's laughable there's an empty space in my bed my bed's too big these days even as i hold you i'm letting you go somewhere far away there's an empty space in my heart when my friends say, "boy, now you're free" cause freedom's not a ring around your finger i can tell 'em its a memory well i could but i don't and i should but i won't it's laughable having to tell someone good bye having to find a place to hide when all you feel these days is empty inside well i remember the last time we met you held a stranger's hand you introduced him to me and said, "can we try and be friends?" well i could but i don't and i should but i won't it's laughable