I get up in the morning
Is it worth it watching TV?
All alone with a gun in my hand
Drawing shadows by the phone
Waiting for a call
From a voice with a smile
Just like the picture of you by my bed
I've been missing you
Again
I get up in the eve
Is it worth it sleeping so late?
All alone, with a gun in my hand
Chasing shadows on the third floor
Waiting for a call
From a man with a file
With more pictures, of you with red hair
Break it gently then slip away so softly
I don't know you any more
Crush my feelings his love is more appealing
I don't know you any more
I've tried so hard and I've run so far
Not looking for an answer but drifting away