Laughable

well i stare at the hole in my hands
 and i watch you slip away
 and i feel if i'd only done better than maybe i could make you stay
 and i stare at the hole in my hands
 and i can't remember things i say
 hour to hour, sentence to sentence, day to day
 well i could but i don't
 and i should but i won't
 it's laughable
 there's an empty space in my bed
 my bed's too big these days
 even as i hold you i'm letting you go somewhere far away
 there's an empty space in my heart
 when my friends say, "boy, now you're free"
 cause freedom's not a ring around your finger
 i can tell 'em its a memory
 well i could but i don't
 and i should but i won't
 it's laughable
 having to tell someone good bye
 having to find a place to hide
 when all you feel these days is empty inside
 well i remember the last time we met
 you held a stranger's hand
 you introduced him to me and said, "can we try and be friends?"
 well i could but i don't
 and i should but i won't
 it's laughable