Diary - Useless I.D.

It's a weekday and I cleaned my room again
Of endless moments I thought we once shared
An open book, read every single page
Naive enough to think that help is on the way

Rise and shine a day awaits
Watching clear skies turn to grey
It's a dead end road and I want out
There's no return
Let me know when will it end
If only you were my only friend, 
I'd be fine

A direction split right from the start
I'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart
Move over and make room for someone else
Mabye a smile will find itself 
Right on your face again

Another empty sleeping bag
A broken speaker plays out loud
An Elliot Smith song for those 
Who can't move on and on
A tour to write you home about 
Of how I'm doing 
Pretty sad
You're not here and all my letters 
Are lost in the mailbox for good