Since you left my mom changed the colors of the walls
we change the toothpaste, we change the clocks
the flowers are dead, and the weeds grow
the barking has now stop
There's plenty space in the study hall
no more noise at six o'clock
I've spent less water in the last two months
and I use more colourful clothes
The house doesn't have trace of you
anymore
But my head is full of memories I can't ignore
Always dinner for one or less
No pants friday is a thing again
There is a box with your name on it
No longer refering to me as "we".
