Lyrics
Your Room
(by Hanan Browning, Eric Erdman)
My face no longer decorates your wall
My bedside boots now lay out in the hall
One lonely toothbrush hanging in the stand
Well baby I'm not the smartest man
But when I look around your room I can see
I'm the only thing in here left of me
Where are the flowers I left in the vase?
Why is my guitar now locked ups in its case?
Watching the sunset out of your window,
I can't help but wonder if I'll be the next to go
When I look around your room I can see
I'm the only thing in here left of me
Not so long ago this place was littered with souvenirs
2 torn ticket stubs and my withered old boutonniere
So many things we'd gathered through all the years
Now they've all but disappeared
Could you tell me right where it went wrong?
Or how many days until I'm finally gone?
Soon you'll have nothing but a memory
At least until you start forgetting me
When I look around your room I can see
I'm the only thing in here left of me