If I come home and find you gone
Then you can't say that I was wrong
I let you go, although it hurt
But you still treat me like I'm dirt
And I have pictures on the wall
Of all the things we used to do
And I'm still waiting for your call
Did those mean anything to you?
You left me
Standing there
Can't you see
I still care?
It's been a month, and I still can't sleep
I think I've fallen down too deep
Lying awake, staring at the floor
Waiting for you to walk through my door
And I had pictures on the wall
Of all the things we did before
Now I'm not waiting for your call
And they're all lying on the floor
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
If I come home and find you gone
Then you can't say that I was wrong
I let you go, although it hurt
But you still treat me like I'm dirt
And I have pictures on the wall
Of all the things we used to do
And I'm still waiting for your call
Did those mean anything to you?
You left me
Standing there
Can't you see
I still care?
It's been a month, and I still can't sleep
I think I've fallen down too deep
Lying awake, staring at the floor
Waiting for you to walk through my door
And I had pictures on the wall
Of all the things we did before
Now I'm not waiting for your call
And they're all lying on the floor
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