I replay the memory of ivory walls and messy bed sheets
Silent rooms and clutter all around
I relive the nostalgia of our old apartment
That chair you used to sit in and spin around a million times over
Because it made you happy
The map above our bed where we'd mark all the places we wish to go with push pins
And the mess in our kitchen because we'd rather be kissing than cleaning
I tend to remember the way we'd sit together on the couch when you were sad and I'd let you cry into my lap because that's what you do when you love someone
Now when I lay in bed without you I like to ponder over what went wrong in that little, cluttered apartment of ours
Why the light of the city during the day and motion of night wasn't enough to keep us