ties

Saw the table we sat at

and talked about sorrow

Looks different when we are not there

Empty and lonely, like I felt that evening

Maybe it's actually fair

And you came to the show with her on your arm

I bury the feeling as I sing out my heart

Days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months

Didn't think it'd go this far

Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe

Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me