I've got a queen size...
But I sleep on one side..
Because the other side reminds me of you..

And in this queen size...
I close both eyes,
And do my best not to dream about you..

Oh,
But this bed is big enough for two..
Oh,
Why could it not have been you?

The heart is a cave, where there lives not a soul;
Full of nothing but fire, and smoldering hot coal;
There is a path that will lead to a small cavern of pain
Of emotions, so mutated, they don't have a name;

At night, in the silence, you occasionally hear;
A faint little voice... gargled, not clear;
Of the Soul that's been lost in the mountains of ash;
Left deep in the dark, discarded like trash;

There's nothing else there, not a bug, not a snake,
Just echo's of dreams, and sighs of heartbreak;
A monotonous melody that the Soul sings..
Of wishes of saviors, and Angels with wings........

I wonder if we look up at the sky together,
Through the clear or stormy weather,
Would we be staring at the same cloud?

I have to close my eyes to see,
The way you looked staring back at me,
The distant look of sorrow on your face.

And I wondered if I stayed;
Would either of our hearts been saved?
Or would we stay standing...
Drowning in the same place?

I refuse to sit and listen to you whine about your scars,
I've got a busy day ahead collecting hearts in jars,
I keep them on a shelf at home, where I poke them till they bleed;
Some people think its crazy, but I prefer to call it greed.

My heart cannot be caught, its stuck inside a box
Its stashed inside, a small small room, with lots and lots of locks.
I collect these jars for company, so my heart is not alone.
Because even a lonely tree, will try and grow around a stone.