This room's getting smaller
The walls are closing in
And I’m so bored with my own conversation

The stairs to our bedroom
Seem so much higher than ever
Especially when you're sleeping alone

But I still have that painting, we bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored, now I own

There’s no you
What’s the point without you?
There’s no you
What’s the point without you?

My friends think I’m wasting
My whole life away
But I’m not the type to cry in my liquor

I’ll do my crying in private
And cry myself to sleep
At least I won’t cry in public places

But I still have that painting, we bought in Rome
The one I hated and you adored, now I own

There’s no you
What’s the point without you?
There’s no you
What’s the point without you?

Some folks say, it’s all about survival
And wiping the floor with all your rivals
But you were too bright and, oh, so full of culture
And I prayed on you like a big old fat vulture
Just circling high above your halo

There’s no you
What’s the point without you?
There’s no you
What's the point without you?

There’s no you
What’s the point without you?
There’s no yo