Still

You saw her crying in the storage locker Didn't know what to say Moved in and back out in three days She said so much is gone but I'm still With the show Fan on in the winter and We cremated the quilt Everyone feels this way but still Try to watch the sunset and Forget what makes it glow Everything's different now But you're still with the show Someone's playing oldies hits I can hear them through the alley window I don't know why I haven't closed it Fingers numb and I'm glad they're having fun But I just wish I could turn it off So I could spend all day obsessing Over things that no one else remembers When it's all done hope I'm still with your show