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