| It’s so hard to be without you
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| Lying in the bed, you are so much to be without
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| Rattles in my head that empty drum filled with doubt
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| Everything you lose will always come find its way out
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| Every night is lonesome and is longer than before
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| Nothing really matters anymore
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| It’s so hard to be without you
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| Used to feel so angry, now I only feel humble
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| Stinging from the storm inside my ribs where it thunders
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| Nothing left to say or really even wonder
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| We are like a book and every page is so torn
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| Nothing really matters anymore
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| It’s so hard not to call you
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| Thunders in my bones out in the streets where I first saw you
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| And everything was new and colorful, it’s gotten darker
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| Every day’s a lesson, things were brighter before
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| And nothing really matters anymore
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| It’s so hard to be without you
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| Everyday I find another little thread of silver
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| Waiting for me when I wake some place on the pillow
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| And then I see the empty space beside me and remember
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| I feel empty, I feel tired, I feel worn
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| Nothing really matters anymore |