From The Dining Table

Woke up alone in this hotel room Played with myself, where were you
Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon I've never felt less cool
We haven't spoke since you went away Comfortable silence, it's so overrated
Why won't you ever say what you wanna say? Even my phone misses your calls
By the way,

I saw your friend that you know from work
He said you feel just fine I saw you gave him my old t-shirt
More of what was once mine
I see it written, it's all over his face
Comfortable silence, it's so overrated

Why won't you ever say what you wanna say
Even my phone misses your calls
By the way,

Maybe one day you'll call me
And tell me that you're sorry too Maybe one day you'll call me
And tell me that you're sorry too But you, you never do

Woke up the girl who looked just like you I nearly said your name