Separate Bedrooms

Intro: You say that you've been better but I only hear you crying now In the middle of the night when you're asleep inside that empty house Pictures hang to serve as reminders of memories from years ago A vacation you took with an old boyfriend to the west coast But it was too hot, and it was too hard to be comfortable In the black hills in June at the foot of that Indian statue Carved into the side of a mountain you paid all that money to see And all that you saw was some rock but it made you feel grateful to be You bought a postcard with its picture on it And you're gonna send it back home to your family You say that you're still angry, you just hate the thought of fighting now And a heart can only hate someone so much before it burns out Like cigarettes pressed against the glass of an ashtray At first he felt good, but then he made you nauseous everyday But it was too hot, and it was too hard to be comfortable In that miserable house that you did your best to make feel like a home And after the arguments you'd go to different bedrooms to sleep But all by yourself in the dark, you couldn't help feeling grateful to be And you found the postcard with that worn picture on it That you never sent but instead kept it taped in an old diary