Anything But Die

I've never felt this lonely before
I'm still sweeping your hair off the floor
I'll be in the kitchen doing the dishes when suddenly
I'm stricken by a paroxysm of anguish, regret, and remorse
This is the loneliest I've ever felt before

These days I can't focus on anything at all
I feel indifferent, unmotivated, unenthralled
And by the time I finally decide I'm gonna try to sit down and write
I'm already eyeing the phone to see if you've called
No I can't focus on anything at all

You and me we made quite a team
Far from perfect, too real to be a dream
But the pique of your absence feels so much more real
Than any disagreement between us had ever seemed
You and me we were quite the team

Now how do I do anything but die
When whatever I was before you no longer applies
Sure I could force my life into some awkward position
Where I can't think feel or listen and try to ignore
How much I'm desperately missing just having you here by my side
No. I can't do anything but die