Cigarettes litter the floor
Just like the day before,
Yet no sign of
You.
Then I see you in your bed
Curled up like a little kid,
Wishing the world would disappear.
Remove the sheets
From over your head
Show me your smile,
Dear.
Draw the curtains back
Don\'t be like that,
I promise it\'ll all get
Better.
If you let it.