You say "I'm always wanting more,
I want to feel loved, I just don't know what to do"
But when you keep me at your arm's length
How could I ever reach you?
There's a distance between the bodies in our bed
Greater than the one between us and the stars

I am finally unburdened of your love
Let this home become a house again
From ours to mine to empty
Left for another to find it the same way
We've heard the message so many times
It's time we just hang up the phone
Can't say it feels all that different
If I want to be lonesome I'll just be alone

I'll try not to miss you while you're here
But the clock is ticking rough
I think you mean what you say
But I don't think it's enough

I think that I still love you
But I really don't like you that much
I'm seeing number 13s everywhere
I think we're out of luck

The empty beds been made
Don't want to lay in it this time
Too filthy from the crumbling walls
Seems like I have to beg for your forgiveness
For even asking for permission at all
I'm only moving on in the ways that matter
(In the literal sense of the word)

The empty beds been made
Don't want to lay in it this time
Too filthy from the crumbling walls
Seems like I have to beg for your forgiveness
For even asking for permission at all
I'm only moving on in the ways that matter

There's a burden on our shoulders
That's more than I can shrug
I think she'll love you better
I'm tired of feeling stuck
I think that I still love you
But I really don't like you that much
I'm seeing number 13s everywhere
I think we're out of luck