It’s like waiting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office.
Knowing those lab coats are mixing up the syringes,

Because letting go of someone who once held you so close,
Is only another one of life’s greatest challenges.

There was one lamp on,
And the house felt all wrong.
The presence of a lonely feeling,
Filling from the floor to the ceiling.

The closet was a mess,
The note you left,
Couldn’t have said anything less,
Then the cold truth.

But it had that tone,
The one that said you’re done,
The words said you’d moved on,
And now you’re really gone.

I didn’t want to, but I had to,

So I read on.
I read every word you wrote.
And your song,
Started playing on the radio.

And I felt like,
A million little pieces.
Refusing to go on,
But I read on.

There was only one simple word,
But it took up that whole space.
Seven seemingly endless letters,
All written in small lower case.

I turned up the radio,
Listening to the words,
The tears filled my eyes,  
And the page became a blur.

And I didn’t want to, but I had to,

So I read on, and on.
I read every word you wrote.
And your song,
Started playing on the radio.

And I felt like,
A million little pieces.
Refusing to go on,
But I read on.