A half-full full-size bed in a home that you wish you'd forget

Could've been there when you woke up in the morning

But I woke up in my car instead

Would you ruin me like you used to?

My remains will become the rain that will pour on your grave

On the day that your mother can't contain it no more

While she begs on her knees saying

"Why can't you tell me what I did to deserve this?

Oh God, just send me to Hell"

But she's no sinner, no matter how bitter, how poor

Will you ever get used to the fact that I won't be there

When you wake up in the morning now?

Just a half-full full-size bed

No home, just a house