well i stare at the hole in my hands
and i watch you slip away
and i feel if i'd only done better than maybe i could make you stayand i stare at the hole in my hands
and i can't remember things i say
hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to daywell i could but i don't
and i should but i won't
it's laughablethere's an empty space in my bed
my bed's too big these days
even as i hold you i'm letting you go somewhere far awaythere's an empty space in my heart
when my friends say, "boy, now you're free"
cause freedom's not a ring around your finger
i can tell 'em its a memorywell i could but i don't
and i should but i won't
it's laughablehaving to tell someone good bye
having to find a place to hide
when all you feel these days is empty insidewell i remember the last time we met
you held a stranger's hand
you introduced him to me and said, "can we try and be friends?"well i could but i don't
and i should but i won't
it's laughable