Our Apartment Lyrics

I pictured our apartment
In the middle of Brooklyn
And I pictured the bedroom
And how the floor's still a mess.
I pictured your office in mid-town Manhattan.
I pictured you walking in, I bet you're late again,
But your make-up's straight and you're smiling,
It's just like it's always been.
I had lunch with your sister
and she told me it's over,
that you're calling your lawyers, that you're not coming back.
She says that she's sorry.
Your whole family likes me.
She don't know what you're thinking, but she knows that it's bad.
So, I walked back home, turned the shower on.
I let the washing machine turn the water cold.
I'll read it over again-the lines of the note you left.
I keep hoping that I'll forget,
that the words changed while I slept
but I've got my doubts.
You're staying at your parents house
Well I'm sleeping on the couch.
I can't stand our bed without you.

I found enough of your hairpins to build you a monument,
A statue to loneliness. Breathe it in. Let it go.
I caved a piece of the drywall in,
Replaying the argument,
I'm icing my swollen fist. It's a lie and this isn't a home, no, no.
I'm just skin and bones.
I broke my cell phone
Cause it won't f****** tell me when you're coming home.
I'll read it over again-the lines of the note you left.
I keep hoping that I'll forget,
that the words changed while I slept
but I've got my doubts.
You're staying at your parents house
Well I'm sleeping on the couch.
I can't stand our bed without you.