Well i stare a the hole in my hands
and i watch you slip away
and i feel if i'd only done better
than the maybe i could make you stay
then 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
i should but i won't
it's laughable
There's and empty space in my bed
maybe's to big these days
even as i hold you i'm letting you go
somewhere there's an empty space in my heart
when my frends say, "boy now you're free"
cause freedom's not a ring around your finger
i can tell 'em it's a memory
well i could but i don't
i should but i won't
having to tell someone goodbye
having to find a place to hide
when all you feel these days
is empty inside