I woke up today…
I knew it wasn't a dream.
Your clothes are gone,
the drawers are all clean.

The teddy bear you left,
but took your guitar…
I look down on the bed,
the emptiness breaking my heart…

A note on the desk
where me and you used to write…
Detailed in your handwriting
every bit of last night.

Out of the room,
turn left in the hall…
Sheets of music
crushed into tight little balls…

In the kitchen, the booze
I had drowned in for hours…
Little signs of a relationship
that slowly turned sour…

Outside, your bike
left skid marks on the road…
If you had any hatred for me,
that's where it showed…

You gave me the car,
I guess, ’cause it was still there,
the beat-up minivan
I couldn't stand to bear…

There I sat,
my head in my hands…
As tears slowly dried,
for the gone-away man…