I hope there's still a reason

That you can get up in the morning

For me it's the weight of your absence

And do you still have those poems

That it took you forever to show me

They were lovely but now I forget them

Now I don't need a therapist, a pot to piss in

Projector cuts of just your face

Play behind my eyelids

Did you make it somewhere cold

If you're cryin' and nobody knows then

Are the tears as dry as bo-o-o-o-one

And I'm askin' the preacher

If there's a way I could meet you

On the other side of what we kno-o-ow

Of what we kn-o-ow

Cause all that I'm prayin' for now

Is some rain that will finish the drought

I'm stuck in a cage but I don't want out

Cause it's all I have left of you

Then I could sit in the shower

For a couple of hours

Until it gets old

Or the water runs cold

Close my eyes and feel for your presence

Never touch it

(Like I think every movie there needs to be a beginning, middle and end but just not in that order)

Did you make it somewhere cold

If you're cryin' and nobody knows then

Are the tears as dry as bo-o-o-o-one

And I'm askin' the preacher

If there's a way I could meet you

On the other side of what we kno-o-ow

If there's anything as good as loving you

Well I'm just yet to find it

Cause nobody does the things you do

At least just not as stylish