just how did this start
this breaking of our hearts
or anything anymore
that beats true

the transitions are forced
i'm drowning in remorse
the awkward silences
are a tragic novel

the things that we once said
like the vows that kept us from walking
up there next to God
was that just two dumb kids talking

one more voice i'll only hear
on your phone machine
one person who's getting free
and another casualty

we're so close we can touch
God how i'd love to
we're a million miles apart
at my table for two

finished the coffee in your cup
just after you went
pressed my lips upon that lipstick stain
babe it was a sacrament

one thousand little tugs
at a heartstring you once pulled
like the smell of your perfume my love
and our little rituals

you're deep inside my skin
like the ink in my tattoo
but we're a million miles apart
at my table for two

and the seasons they keep changing
and the world spins so unsure
there's only so much rearranging
you can do with the furniture

in these motel rooms of autumn
and the shadows are getting longer
and the grave is the last room
we all check out of