Our Apartment (Live from Asbury Park)

I pictured our apartment In the middle of Brooklyn And I pictured the bedroom And how the floor's still a mess Well, I pictured your office in mid-town Manhattan I pictured you walking in, I bet you're late again But your make-up's straight and you're smiling It's just like it's always been I had lunch with your sister And she told me it's over That you're calling your lawyers That you're not coming back She says that she's sorry Your whole family likes me She don't know what you're thinking But she knows that it's bad So, I'm back at home, turned the shower on I let the washing machine turn the water cold 'Cause who cares, I'll read it over again The lines of the note you left I keep hoping that I'll forget That the words changed while I slept But I've got my doubts You're staying at your parents house Well, I'm sleeping on the couch I can't stand our bed without you Without you Oh, without you I found enough of your hairpins to To build you a monument A statue to loneliness Breathe it in, let it go I caved a piece of the drywall in Replaying the argument I'm icing my swollen fist It's a lie, this isn't a home, no, no I'm just skin and bones I broke my cell phone, this is you Asbury 'Cause it won't fucking tell me when you're coming home Read it over again The lines of the note you left I keep hoping that I'll forget The words changed while I slept I've got my doubts You're staying at your parents house Well, I'm sleeping on the couch I can't stand our bed without you