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