Well I see breakfast on the table
And I can smell you in the halls
Lord knows I'd cry if I was able
But that won't get me through tomorrow
And no, it's not like I was counting
Or thought that we'd run out of days
So I'll be holding on to something
Breathing the air you took away
I'll keep a picture of you on the wall Of you on the wall
And choke on the memory I'll
keep a message of you if you call
Of you if you call And choke on the memory
Well
I've been looking for some new words To say just how you got to me
I wrote some letters that I might burn
Cause in your not just history
And I
see your clothes in the closet
I hear your phone ring in the door
I'm not hoping for an answer
I'm just knocking at your door
So I'll be holding on to
something Breathing the air you took away
You if you call
Well
I see breakfast on the table And I can smell you in the halls