Текст песни Left The Light On

Where do I begin? What do I say, what do I say? Every time I give you something I wither away, wither away You can find me by the meadow picking my grave, picking my grave There's a nice spot by the willow, maybe I'll stay, maybe I'll stay I left the light on in my room I left my jacket on the hook above your shoes I left my ribcage on the bed Next to a couple empty packs of cigarettes I know you'll never be the same Since the moment you found out I went away Honestly there's nothing more that I can say, that I can say So I'll hold my tongue and tell you that I'll be okay, I'll be okay But the truth is man, I'm dying and it's all the same, it's all the same And the truth is that I'm waiting for another day, another day I left the light on in my room I left my jacket on the hook above your shoes I left my ribcage on the bed Next to a couple empty packs of cigarettes I know you'll never be the same Since the moment you found out I went away