Well I stare at the hole in my hands
And I watch you slip away
And I feel if I'd only done better than maybe I could make you stay
And I stare at the hole in my hands
And I can't remember things I say
Hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to day
Well I could but I don't
And I should but I won't
It's laughable
There's an empty space in my bed
My bed's too big these days
Even as I hold you I'm letting you go somewhere far away
There's an empty space in my heart
When my friends say, "boy, now you're free"
Cause freedom's not a ring around your finger
I can tell 'em it's a memory
Well I could but I don't
And I should but I won't
It's laughable
Having to tell someone good bye
Having to find a place to hide
When all you feel these days is empty inside
Well I remember the last time we met
You held a stranger's hand
You introduced him to me and said, "can we try and be friends?"
Well I could but I don't
And I should but I won't
It's laughable
