I lye in my bed
Though I never sleep
Too hard to ignore
That it's not you in these sheets
A bottle of Vodka a week
Has me wishin' you were home

I'm reading the note
Over again
I could blame you for leaving
But I understand
Sometimes I hate myself for not taking matters into my own hands

And now that you're gone
I've got eyes on the door
Expecting you to show up
Even though you don't live here anymore

I didn't beg you to stay
Because I knew that you would
You've always felt obligated to me
Maybe more than you should

And since they say I seem fine
I guess that it's true
I've learned to put on a face for the world
Just like you do