Table For Two

In the space between our eyes Our hands, our lips, our fingertips Are memories of all the times they've met And, in the space between our minds Our hearts, our souls, our sense of times Are luggage carts of things they won't forget Ooo I'm turning blue There's no new faces Just copies and pastes Of versions of you Ooo What do I do How do I move on when all of my body Refuses to let go of you I guess Goodbye, table for two Where I used to save a seat I now watch strangers sit casually Hurts like salt in the wound And they don't even know how bad And, when the small talk does ensue All conversations lead to you Seems I can't even function Without mentioning my muse Ooo I'm turning blue There's no new faces Just copies and pastes Of versions of you Ooo What do I do How do I move on when all of my body Refuses to let go of you I guess Goodbye, table for two Goodbye table for two I won't be eating with anybody Anybody-body like you Goodbye, table for two