Birds, and Birds, and Animals, and Things

This house was never a home
The awkward emptiness that haunts you
I never helped you pull through

Instead I forced you to walk away
You’d do well to wanna stay with me a little while
I’ve got so much left say
That I’d write you off this page

What’s left, without this?
An empty shell, an empty bed
Another anchor wrapped around your chest
What’s left without you?
An empty home, the memories
And I'm getting better, at forgetting you

We’ll call and talk from time to time
We’ll talk about the weather
We’ll keep our secrets to ourselves knowing it won’t get better
Instead I forced you to walk away
You’d do well to wanna stay with me a little while
I’ve got so much left say
That I’d write you off this page

What’s left, without this?
An empty shell, an empty bed
Another anchor wrapped around your chest
What’s left without you?
An empty home, the memories
And I'm getting better, at forgetting you

I’ll add you to a list of people I refuse to miss
The last few years I haven’t slept as much as this
Waiting for the summer to recall the ways we used to be

We’re wasting away, the parts that we used to be
We’re wasting away, we’re wasting away