You saw her crying in the storage locker
Didn't know what to say
Moved in and back out in three days
She said so much is gone but I'm still
With the show
Fan on in the winter and
We cremated the quilt
Everyone feels this way but still
Try to watch the sunset and
Forget what makes it glow
Everything's different now
But you're still with the show
Someone's playing oldies hits
I can hear them through the alley window
I don't know why I haven't closed it
Fingers numb and I'm glad they're having fun
But I just wish I could turn it off
So I could spend all day obsessing
Over things that no one else remembers
When it's all done hope I'm still with your show