I'm clinging to this thing haphazardly
I can't hold onto this thing right now

This is what the house feels like without you in it
I'm dreaming of leaving all night these day
I can't come round from this dream
Right now

This is what the house feels like without you in it
This is what the bed feels like without you in it
Whoever named the fall sure did a bang up job
They might as well have been talking 'bout me
Whoever named the fall sure did a bang up job
Cause I'm falling in and out of your love
Haphazardly
Haphazardly
Haphazardly
Haphazardly
This is what the world feels like without you in it

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Writer(s): STEWART RANSOM MILLER