Separate Bedrooms

You say that you've been better but I only hear you crying now
 In the middle of the night when you're asleep inside that empty house
 Pictures hang to serve as reminders of memories from years ago
 A vacation you took with an old boyfriend to the west coast
 But it was too hot and it was too hard to be comfortable
 In the black hills in June at the foot of that indian statue
 Carved into the side of a mountain you paid all that money to see
 And all that you saw was some rock but it made you feel grateful to be
 You bought a postcard with its picture on it
 And you're gonna send it back home to your family
 You say that you're still angry
 You just hate the thought of fighting now
 And a heart can only hate someone so much before it burns out
 Like cigarettes pressed against the glass of an ashtray
 At first he felt good but then he made you nauseous everyday
 But it was too hot and it was too hard to be comfortable
 In that miserable house that you did your best to make feel like a home
 And after the arguments you'd go to different bedrooms to sleep
 But all by yourself in the dark you couldn't help feeling grateful to be
 And you found the postcard with that worn picture on it
 That you never sent but instead kept it taped in an old diary