Where do I begin
What do I say
What do I say
Every time I give you something
I wither away
I wither away
You can find me by the meadow
Picking my grave
Picking my grave
There's a nice spot by the willow
Maybe I'll stay
Maybe I'll stay

I left the light on in my room
I left my jacket on the hook, above your shoes
I left my rib cage on the bed
Next to a couple empty packs of cigarettes
I know you'll never be the same
Since the moment you found out I went away

Obviously there's nothing more
That I can say
That I can say
So I'll hold my tongue and tell you
I'll be okay
I'll be okay
But the truth is, man, I'm dying
It's all the same
It's all the same
And the truth is that I'm waiting for
Another day
Another day

I left the light on in my room
I left my jacket on the hook, above your shoes
I left my rib cage on the bed
Next to a couple empty packs of cigarettes
I know you'll never be the same
Since the moment you found out I went away