Mid-paced, heartfelt rock song.
Copyright 2006 Left Hand Daisy
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fiogf49gjkf0d It takes time to mend the broken heart inside this empty chest. The one you knew the best now you are gone. But I can see you sit in the chair you bought when I was gone. In the corner with an apple painted on. Your memory it lingers with me as I walk from room to room in a state of gloom. You're in my head when I close my eyes. I feel so lost, you're not beside me in this bed we've made in Apartment A on the lower east side. The stars in the sky they fell tonight. The food on the plate it don't taste right. Sitting alone on the mattress staring at the cracks in the plaster. Beside me in the bed the pillow that you've had since God knows when. We shared it when I lost mine on the road. The books and statuettes, they sit and look back at me from the shelf with history telling stories of our lives. The only thing you took was a piece of me that you will not return. The lesson that I've learned is not to love. You're in my head when I close my eyes. I feel so lost, you're not beside me in this bed we've made in Apartment A on the lower east side. The stars in the sky they fell tonight. The food on the plate it don't taste right. Sitting alone on the mattress staring at the cracks in the plaster. But it takes a lot to leave a guy when he's got so much to give. Like an '83 Honda Civic and a Blockbuster membership. A job downtown at Mario's, a closet full of the coolest clothes well I guess that don't mean shit. You're in my head when I close my eyes. I feel so lost, you're not beside me in this bed we've made in Apartment A on the lower east side. The stars in the sky they fell tonight. The food on the plate it don't taste right. Sitting alone on the mattress staring at the cracks in the plaster.
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