Well, I see breakfast on the table, and I can smell you in the halls. Lord knows I'd cry if I was able, but that won't get me through tomorrow. And no, it's not like I was counting, or thought that we'd run out of days. So I'll be holding on to something, breathing the air you took away. I'll keep a picture of you on the wall, of you on the wall, and choke on the memory. I'll keep a message of you if you call, of you if you call, and choke on the memory. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, choke, choke, baby. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, choke, choke. Well, I've been looking for some new words To say just how you got to me I wrote some letters that I might burn Cause in your not just history And I see your clothes in the closet I hear your phone ring in the drawer I'm not hoping for an answer I'm just knocking at your door I keep a picture of you on the wall Of you on the wall Choke on the air I keep a message of you if you call Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, choke, choke, yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, choke, choke, choke I keep a picture of you on the wall Of you on the wall Choke on the air I keep a message of you if you call Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, choke, choke, yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, choke, choke, yeah Well, I see breakfast on the table And I can smell you in the halls