It's a weekday and I cleaned my room again
Of endless moments I thought we once shared
An open book, read every single page
Naive enough to think that help is on the way
Rise and shine a day awaits
Watching clear skies turn to grey
It's a dead end road and I want out
There's no return
Let me know when will it end
If only you were my only friend,
I'd be fine
A direction split right from the start
I'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart
Move over and make room for someone else
Mabye a smile will find itself
Right on your face again
Another empty sleeping bag
A broken speaker plays out loud
An Elliot Smith song for those
Who can't move on and on
A tour to write you home about
Of how I'm doing
Pretty sad
You're not here and all my letters
Are lost in the mailbox for good
