It’s been 49 days today Since you breathed a word to me Which part of my brain should i believe? That you actually miss me You don’t need me And now don’t you tell me that you’ll be coming back Cause we both know that neither of us Even know just yetwe don’t know It’s your suitcase life I just wish you’d pick a bed and lie Instead of leaving me in these sheets to die Don’t you Leave me in these sheets to die I’ve had enough Are your Hands to tied up with the bottles and keyboard to Make your Promises of coming back home to the one that you Say your Going to walk down the aisle to and say i do Take you Mind that just can’t be made up and figure it out Figure it out! x2 It’s your suitcase life I just wish you’d pick a bed and lie Instead of leaving me in these sheets to die Don’t you Leave me in these sheets to die I’ve had enough X2