"In this room. With the curtains drawn. With the lights on. This is where you hurt the most."

I'm here,
sittin' on my bed (not MY bed, but this bed, in this weird and unfriendly house)
'Cause it's always at bedtime,
when I remember you,
strongly,
desperately, unbearably.
And I just would like
to grab my chest,
and throw it away,
so the pain would stop,
at least for a little while.

But you're anchored to my chest,
since the first day,
and forever.

And it's here,
at bedtime,
when you hurt the most.