| I pictured our apartment
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| In the middle of Brooklyn
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| I pictured the bedroom
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| And how the floor’s still a mess
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| Well, I pictured your office in Midtown Manhattan
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| I pictured you walking in, I bet you’re late again
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| But your makeup’s straight, and you’re smiling
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| It’s just like it’s always been
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| I had lunch with your sister
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| And she told me it’s over
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| That you’re calling your lawyers, that you’re not coming back
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| She says that she’s sorry
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| Your whole family likes me
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| She don’t know what you’re thinking, but she knows that it’s bad
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| So, I walked back home, turned the shower on
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| I let the washing machine turn the water cold
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| I’ll read it over again—the lines of the note you left
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| I keep hoping that I’ll forget
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| That the words changed while I slept
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| But I’ve got my doubts
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| You’re staying at your parents house
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| Well I’m sleeping on the couch
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| I can’t stand our bed without you
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| I found enough of your hairpins to build you a monument
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| A statue to loneliness. |
| Breathe it in. Let it go
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| I caved a piece of the drywall in
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| Replaying the argument
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| I’m icing my swollen fist. |
| It’s a lie and this isn’t a home, no, no
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| I’m just skin and bones
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| I broke my cell phone
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| Cause it won’t fucking tell me when you’re coming home
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| I’ll read it over again—the lines of the note you left
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| I keep hoping that I’ll forget
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| That the words changed while I slept
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| But I’ve got my doubts
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| You’re staying at your parents house
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| Well I’m sleeping on the couch
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| I can’t stand our bed without you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Our Apartment , by - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties. Song from the album We Don't Have Each Other, in the genre Альтернатива