Trying not to think about it
Once someone tells me that
There's nothing left to leave
There's no one here to please
The roses, have turned to weeds
There's nothing here to see
When there's nothing left to leave
When there's nothing left to leave
We were the floors down honey
Dark curtains up the wall
Stood back and watched the wrecking boat
There's nothing left to leave
There's no one there to please
The roses, have turned to weeds
There's nothing here to see
When there's nothing left to leave
When there's nothing left to leave
And it feels so empty now, empty now
There's nothing left to leave
There's no one here to please
The roses, turned to weeds
There's nothing here to see
There's nothing left to leave
There's nothing left to leave.