A half full full-size bed in a home that you wish you'd forget
Could've been there when you woke up in the morning
but I woke up in a car instead
Would you ruin me like you used to?

My remains will become the rain
that will pour on your grave
on the day that your mother can't contain it no more
while she begs on her knees saying
“Why can't you tell me what I did to deserve this?
Oh God, just send me to Hell. ”
But she's no sinner, no matter how bitter; how poor

Will you ever get used to the fact
That I won't be there when you wake up in the morning now?
Just a half full full-size bed. No home. Just a house