Where Do I Begin? What Do I Say, What Do I Say?
Every Time I Give You Something I Wither Away, Wither Away
You Can Find Me By The Meadow Picking My Grave, Picking My Grave
There's A Nice Spot By The Willow, Maybe I'll Stay, Maybe I'll Stay

I Left The Light On In My Room
I Left My Jacket On The Hook Above Your Shoes
I Left My Ribcage On The Bed
Next To A Couple Empty Packs Of Cigarettes
I Know You'll Never Be The Same
Since The Moment You Found Out I Went Away

Honestly There's Nothing More That I Can Say, That I Can Say
So I'll Hold My Tongue And Tell You That I'll Be Okay, I'll Be Okay
But The Truth Is Man, I'm Dying And It's All The Same, It's All The Same
And The Truth Is That I'm Waiting For Another Day, Another Day

I Left The Light On In My Room
I Left My Jacket On The Hook Above Your Shoes
I Left My Ribcage On The Bed
Next To A Couple Empty Packs Of Cigarettes
I Know You'll Never Be The Same
Since The Moment You Found Out I Went Away