When I come home at the end of the day,
everything is just where I left it
No one has called, nothing has changed,
everything is just how I left it
I haven't spoken a word in days,
except for cursing the noise in the hall
I haven't spoken a word in days,
to anyone else at all
And so, as I go, I'll leave my body for you
And so, as I go, don't feel sorry for me
see
A bed all alone in the bedroom
A vacant space where a table should be
Some posters on the walls
The bathroom mirror covered in spit
I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live
And I have failed, for I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life
All this time on my hands,
And I have no where to go,
Haunted by the distractions of living alone
(Pick high- low)
I hope you'd be the first one to find me
After I'd concluded the past behind me
So hold your hands, over your mouth
And run to tell the others
the o--others