What else in this room, reminds me of you   The window sill with a crucified pit   Of an avocado still sits in water      What else in this room reminds me of   The relationship I have ruined   The tables, I made strong enough   To hold your magazines, but not your tired legs      One more week in this apartment   One more week of being haunted   By the ghost of what should' ve been      What else in this fucking empty room   Reminds me of fucking you   An orphaned couch where I spent some long nights   While you went out with our friends      What I wouldn?t do to be a ghost like you   To be somewhere new   To leave everything, the way you left everything   Reminded you of me      One more week in this apartment   One more week of being haunted