Well I stare a the hole in my hands
and I wath you slip away and I feel if
I'd only done better than the maybe
I could make you stay Then I star at
the hole inn 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
me be'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'rre 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