all these things, should make me happy,
should make me happy to be home again.
all these things, should make me happy,
should make me happy to be alone again.
but love is not these belongings that surround you
though theres meaning in the memories they hold
a breaking heart in an empty apartment
was the loudest sound I never heard
but i'll be fine if i don't look around me
that much for whats gone
if only i could wait here just a little while
and let time pass in my room