I Talk To My Room

The chair is in the corner
the painting on the wall
The make up that you left behind, the suitcase in the hall
I talk to my room but the room won’t talk to me
I think it’s sad because you went away
I look at my room and I see it’s not the same
without you here we don’t know what to say
Since you left this morning
I don’t know what to do
I look around, I walk about, and all I see is you
I talk to my room but the room won’t talk to me
I think it’s sad because you went away
I look at my room and I see it’s not the same
without you here we don’t know what to say
The make up that you left behind, the suitcase in the hall
The record player on the floor, the posters on the door
I sit in the dark while the dawn begins to come
The dawning of another lonesome day
I talk to myself but I know it’s not the same
Without you here I just can bare to stay
I talk to my room but the room won’t talk to me
I think it’s sad because you went away
I look at my room and I see it’s not the same
without you here we don’t know what to say