there's no you

this room is 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, and 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' the point without you