I'm sure you're there on your bed or couch
The room's silent, you've headphones on
You're listening to music I never approved
Your eyes are shut or they're open and shiny
Red from allergy, wet from the tears
With one hand supporting your heavy head

I can see you

If you're feeling better in your own presence
I can't make you prefer mine
If you feel glad with what you have
Well, no-one can stop you from that

You're still sitting there on your bed or couch
Holding a book and the cup in your hand
Is the same cup that I used to drink from
When I was yours
All your furniture, all the walls
Are soaked with words that we never spoke
They carry the burden of my longing to you

I can see you