there's room between your heart and the chair where i've been sleeping. the place where 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. 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. if you would come back home we could start all over. if you would come back home i swear it would be better. call the surgeon, mend the peices.