There's no sign
Of the places where you left
Park benches where you slept
No scent
No trail
To find your body

No evidence of hatred where you bled
They used bleach to watch the stains
Your aching heart
Was played
Like a pop song on the airwaves, baby we've got it made

But I'm crumbling
And I think it's my fault
You poured the concrete and I'm following
My center of gravity
My center of gravity
My center of gravity