[00:19.56]It's a weekday and
[00:21.06]I cleaned my room again, of endless moments
[00:27.63]I thought we once shared.
[00:29.70]An open book, read every single page.
[00:34.50]Naive enough to think that help is on the way.
[00:39.81]Rise and shine a day awaits, watching clear skies turn to grey.
[00:45.06]It's a dead end road and
[00:46.86]I want out, there's no return.
[00:50.07]Let me know when will it end?
[00:52.44]If only you were my only friend,
[00:56.37]I´d be fine.
[01:16.26]A direction split right from the start.
[01:21.12]I'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart.
[01:26.70]Move over and make room for someone else.
[01:30.96]Mabye a smile will find itself right on your face again.
[01:36.33]Another empty sleeping bag.
[01:39.03]A broken speaker plays out loud.
[01:41.46]An Elliot
[01:42.42]Smith song for those who can't move on and on.
[01:46.71]A tour to write you home about of how
[01:49.59]I'm doing.
[01:50.52]Pretty sad.
[01:52.29]You're not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good

It's a weekday and
I cleaned my room again, of endless moments
I thought we once shared.
An open book, read every single page.
Naive enough to think that help is on the way.
Rise and shine a day awaits, watching clear skies turn to grey.
It's a dead end road and
I want out, there's no return.
Let me know when will it end?
If only you were my only friend,
I´d be fine.
A direction split right from the start.
I'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart.
Move over and make room for someone else.
Mabye a smile will find itself right on your face again.
Another empty sleeping bag.
A broken speaker plays out loud.
An Elliot
Smith song for those who can't move on and on.
A tour to write you home about of how
I'm doing.
Pretty sad.
You're not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good