i came to visit, but you’d just gone away,
i bought a rose, but you had a bouquet.
i still tried to make it on time.
like the constellations up in the sky
they’ll never see the morning light
like you and i.
i sit and wait here, playing house in my mind.
you running late dear, or am i off on the time?
could have been, makes me stay.
so fucked up, just a minute too late.
but i’ll keep making the bed for two,
i’ll keep making the bed for you.