Handcuffed

I see your empty bed right down the hall The telephone lays on the floor Graffitti on the wall The stereo is quiet and the TV is turned off The silence of your spirit here Has drawn me here once more I'm paralyzed just staring at This ghost of memories. My tears are so insistent, they keep pouring out of me I pull myself together and wipe my eyes once more. Pick up another blunt Next to your shirt still on the floor I throw it in the trash can overflowing up the wall Those little things that bothered me Now taken by the law They sentenced you to just one year Of structure in your life The kind of love I failed to give And now you pay the price.