well i stare at the hole in my hands   and i watch you slip away   and i feel if i'd only done better than maybe i could make you stay      and i stare at the hole in my head   and i can't remember things i say   hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to day      well i could but i don't   and i should but i won't   it's laughable      there's an empty space in my bed   my bed's too big these days   even as i hold you i'm letting you go somewhere far away      there's an empty space in my heart   when my friends say, "boy, now you're free"   cause freedom's not a ring around your finger   i can tell 'em its a memory      well i could but i don't   and i should but i won't   it's laughable      having to tell someone good bye   having to find a place to hide   when all you feel these days is empty inside      well i remember the last time we met   you held a stranger's hand   you introduced him to me and said, "could we try and be friends?"      well i could but i don't   and i should but i won't   it's laughable