7 Birches
She Thinks About It Often
I'm looking at her as she sits by the window
What thoughts are running through that head?
Does she wish I could just move her somewhere, with a better view?
I'd do the best for her, but my best is never enough. Is it?
Well, I can see pretty damn clear that she's not happy here
So, why doesn't she just get out. But I know that her greatest fear is being all alone, and all by herself
I can tell she thinks about it often
What do I have to do to stop this?
Our love has all but burnt out
The fights are only getting more frequent
It's not my fault, that she is so unhappy
Well, I can see pretty damn clear that she's unhappy here
So, why doesn't she just get out. But I know that her greatest fear is being all alone, and all by herself, as she is tearing me apart
Cause I don't have the heart to bring it up and now I am waiting for the night that I'll turn over to find an empty bed
I'll just lie there, try to remember what I could have said to make all of this go so wrong, and girl and you're gone
I'll miss you