my guitar my monitor my phone my stereo my glasses my beer i'm alone
your voice your smile your scent your touch your hair you're not here i'm alone
this room this season these days and these nights my lyrics your abscence
empty bottles empty minds longing hearts and longer sighs nothing to do nothing's right
and it's not familiar here
every time i clean my room i find another strand of your hair
and i don't know where it comes from cuz you haven't been here since
and every time i come back home after meeting somebody
i find myself in someplace not familiar
am i waiting or just not letting go