What else in this room
reminds me of you?
The windowsill
with a crucified pit
of an avocado
still sits in water.
What else in this room
reminds me of the relationship I've ruined.
The tables I made
strong enough to hold your magazines,
but not your tired legs.
One more week in this apartment,
one more week of being haunted
by the ghost of what should have been.
What else in this f****** empty room
reminds me of f****** you?
An orphaned couch
where I spent some long nights
while you went out
with our friends.
What I wouldn't do
to be, a ghost like you,
to be, somewhere new.
To leave everything,
the way you left everything
that reminded you of me.
One more week in this apartment,
one more week of being haunted.
reminds me of you?
The windowsill
with a crucified pit
of an avocado
still sits in water.
What else in this room
reminds me of the relationship I've ruined.
The tables I made
strong enough to hold your magazines,
but not your tired legs.
One more week in this apartment,
one more week of being haunted
by the ghost of what should have been.
What else in this f****** empty room
reminds me of f****** you?
An orphaned couch
where I spent some long nights
while you went out
with our friends.
What I wouldn't do
to be, a ghost like you,
to be, somewhere new.
To leave everything,
the way you left everything
that reminded you of me.
One more week in this apartment,
one more week of being haunted.