I don't see your face anymore, anymore, anymore
And I don't your space on the bed anymore, anymore
And I moved to the city to get further from it all
The coffee stains are what remain from dancing in the hall
And now the photographs are gone
There's just a mark from where they kissed the wall
I don't have those nights anymore, anymore, anymore
And I don't have those fights with myself anymore
And I got back to packing just to move myself away
The paperbacks you sent all got boxed up yesterday
No need to bother with the door
There's just a curtain for an entryway
And I don't here your voice anymore, anymore, anymore
But I don't have a choice anymore, anymore, anymore