left side of the couch

(humm-mm-mm) I still sit on the left side of the couch

Leaving space for a ghost that isn't there

Found your old house key at the bottom of my bag

And a stray strand of your dark hair

We built something we thought could last the rain

But we used paper just to hide the pain (ooh-ooh)

And now the bridge is burning down

Flames are reflecting in the rearview mirror

I’m screaming out without a sound As the space between us keeps

getting bigger

You left me with a melody I can't untie

Just four chords and a permanent goodbye

Did it mean

nothing

to you?

Throwing matches at the home we made!

Did it mean

nothing

to you? (ahhhh!)

Just four chords...

And a permanent goodbye...