There's a vase full of flowers in the dining roomnI'm sprawled out on the floor like a fallen broomnIt's three in the morning, I'm lonely, and I miss younnIf you could hear me now you would hate menI've been toasting us like we were dead alreadynBut we aren't dead, are we, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive mennI know that it's useless and it's maudlinnWhen you live in the past you're an orphannBut I remember your laughter even after I remember your screamingnnDid you think I would change or were you always so wisenDid it sink in slowly or strike between the eyesnI danced on a knife all my life because I thought it was honestnnNow I'm a photograph and you're a motion picturenYou're gone with the wind and I lingernWhile all my wine-soaked words turned into vinegarnnYou see a good lullaby can try to fly with the hymnsnBut a stolen melody can't even make friendsnSo I've fallen in with my old skeletons againnAnd we miss you