(Ooh Ooh Ooh)
My apartment is a wonderland of solo cups
Half full of "I love you"
Half empty of "Soon you'll be lost"
I'm under the covers
Somebody puked in my bathroom
There's so much that's left to do
But I can't get up
I can smell you on my pillow
I can hold you in my head
Think of all the highs in the midst of lows
I replay the things you said
I know it's all part of grieving
Haven't even lost you yet
It's the knowing soon that I'll be staring
At an empty side of bed
My apartment
Is a graveyard of memories
Your ghost haunts everything I see
A romance to horror movie
Turn on the TV (Turn on the TV)
My mind runs to thoughts of you
A self made film critique
Arrogant slightly
But mostly, you're just cute
I could smell you on my pillow
I could hold you in my head
Think of all the highs in the midst of lows
I replay the things you said
I know it's all part of grieving
Haven't even lost you yet
It's the knowing soon that I'll be staring
At an empty side of bed
And I feel selfish
Guilty
For making this about me
Turn up my expectations high
Just for anxiety
Regardless of what happens
For now our cup's half full
And you're right with me on my pillow
As I hold you
Kiss your head
Knowing how lucky that we are to be
Two lovers in an eye locked trance
So I sit in my apartment
With a solo cup in hand
Wondering if I should throw it out
Or fill up the other half
I set it aside
And decide I'll take a nap
So I hide under the covers
In the center of the bed
