This was such an inept thing
To put together but it seemed
Like every other thing inside was coming apart
So it's how I spent that last morning
You were shedding skin I was changing strings
You were making my place out of ours
Now I hate this place
And I'm not crazy about these chords
But they'll occupy me
While across town you soar
What part of what is left of us will be what's left of me?
What of what's left is mine and what is yours?
Wish it were as plainly black and white
As you staying solely mine
As i guess this unmade bed is
And i know my f**ed up head is
I never noticed the roaring quiet of this place at night
The floors creak
The boiler and I both sigh
Too bored to sleep
Too tired to care that I've
Got these chords to tell me troubles to
Not convinced for a second you are sorry
Just that you know you're supposed to apologize