Oh you've got your place
But am I enough to make you stay
You've got your own doorknobs
To hang all your clothes on
You've got it all
Oh you've got your space
But is there enough space
There for me
In your living room
Or does he occupy your mind
More than I do
I still walk
Around the house at night
And convince myself
You're sleeping down the hall
He said you're moving out
So take all your pictures
And your things
Before we suffocate
Move all your boxes from our house
Into your empty space
I'll take you pictures down
Cuz this isn't your place anymore
You moved your furniture
I guess all we were wasn't enough
So you got your place
I still walk
Around the house at night
And convince myself
You're sleeping down the hall
It's the late nights at the table
When we're all laughing at nothing
But no ones laughing anymore
Cuz we know we'll never see
Those nights again
And it sucks Dads
Drunk as hell again
But frankly who can blame him
It's not the same since you left
Why don't you want me?