What else in this room reminds me of you?
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The windowsill with a crucified pit of an avocado still sits in water.
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What else in this room reminds me of the relationship I¡¯ve ruined.
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The tables I made strong enough to hold your magazines,
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but not your tired legs.
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One more week in this apartment,
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one more week of being haunted by the ghost of what should have been.
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What else in this fucking empty room reminds me of fucking you?
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An orphaned couch where I spent some long nights
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while you went out with our friends.
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What I wouldn¡¯t do to be a ghost like you, to be somewhere new.
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To leave everything,
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the way you left everything that reminded you of me.
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One more week in this apartment, one more week of being haunted.
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Ghost Of What Should've Been
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Owen |