Alone in my room beneath the brightest moon

I thought you’d always be my friend

I can tell the way the phone rings

You won’t come round again

You ain’t coming for none of your things

I am the keeper of our memory

Over there next to the kitchen sink

Is where I cried most recently

These walls held our love for many years

I hanged your painting right there so you’d be near

Stereo was never low as we danced through the night

Thumbing back to back through the record stack just to feel right