The Script

If you're standing with your suitcase
But you can't step on the train
Everything's the way that you left it I still haven't slept yet

And if you're covering your face now
But you just can't hide the pain
Still setting two plates on the counter but eating without ya

If the truth is you're a liar
When you say that you're okay
I'm sleeping on your side of the bed going out of my head now

And if you're out there trying to move on
But something pulls you back again
I'm sitting here trying to persuade you like you're in the same room

And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder
And I wish you could still give...