There's room between your heart And the chair where I've been sleeping The place that we called home Will someday watch you leaving There's room between today And the last time that I saw you The pictures in my brain Will fade until I lose you If you would come back home We could start all over If you would come back home I swear it would be better There's room left in the house There's food still in the pantry I could fix you lunch Or take you out for coffee Call the surgeon. Mend the pieces.
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