Trying to hold eleven different things Wishing I told you what I could have Flowers are waiting all around the stairs I'm crawling up while you're climbing down Hell on earth is hell on your nerves I held your hand, now it's hell to hand it back There's a shower for you in the next room Take it alone I miss you There's a telephone next to your bed Let it ring, ring and ring You were dreaming, you told me so I touched your lips with my little fingertip The world is melting, leaking from your chest It's not all about us, just who is left There's a shower for you in the next room Take it alone I miss you There's a telephone next to your bed You let it ring, ring and ring, it'll be me It'll be me