Our Apartment - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties

I pictured our apartment

In the middle of Brooklyn

I pictured the bedroom

And how the floor’s still a mess

Well, I pictured your office in Midtown Manhattan

I pictured you walking in, I bet you’re late again

But your makeup’s straight, and you’re smiling

It’s just like it’s always been

I had lunch with your sister

And she told me it’s over

That you’re calling your lawyers, that you’re not coming back

She says that she’s sorry

Your whole family likes me

She don’t know what you’re thinking, but she knows that it’s bad

So, I walked back home, turned the shower on

I let the washing machine turn the water cold

I’ll read it over again—the lines of the note you left

I keep hoping that I’ll forget

That the words changed while I slept

But I’ve got my doubts

You’re staying at your parents house

Well I’m sleeping on the couch

I can’t stand our bed without you

I found enough of your hairpins to build you a monument

A statue to loneliness.

Breathe it in. Let it go

I caved a piece of the drywall in

Replaying the argument

I’m icing my swollen fist.

It’s a lie and this isn’t a home, no, no

I’m just skin and bones

I broke my cell phone

Cause it won’t fucking tell me when you’re coming home

I’ll read it over again—the lines of the note you left

I keep hoping that I’ll forget

That the words changed while I slept

But I’ve got my doubts

You’re staying at your parents house

Well I’m sleeping on the couch

I can’t stand our bed without you