Margaux

Another day another room

With nothing new to say

But pretty eyes to match the sky

And softness in her face

She can't decide and never cries

I think that's just her style

Margaux, stay a little while

Countless hours spent outside

To waste her time away

And overbearing, endless staring

Into outer space

I can't recall the time before

I felt so out of place

Margaux left without a trace

Sunday mornings

Are quieter these days

And when do I

Get back the time we wasted

We both know

There's no one else to blame

Margaux left and nothing felt the same

Another meal in silence

And I don't know what to make

My room is still a mess

And my hair is just the same

I contemplate and wait for something

Just to make me move

Margaux said I'd never lose

Sunday mornings

Are quieter these days

And when do I

Get back the time we wasted

We both know

There's no one else to blame

Margaux left and nothing felt

Margaux left, it's for the best

Margaux left and everything has changed