You look so defeated lying there 
In your new twin size bed,
With a single pillow 
Underneath your single head,
I guess you decided 
That that old queen 
Holds more space than you would need,
Now it's in the alley 
Behind your apartment 
With a sign that says 'It's free,
And I hope you have 
More luck with this than me'

You used to think 
That someone [bad word] along
And lay beside you 
In a space that they belong,
But the other side of the mattress 
And box springs stayed like new,
What's the point of holding on to 
What never gets used?
Other than a sick desire 
For self-abuse...

And I try not to worry, 
But you've got me terrified,
It's like your some kind of hurry 
To say goodbye, to say goodbye, 
To say goodbye...

You look so defeated lying there
In your new twin size bed,
You look so defeated lying there 
In your new twin size bed...