Chris Batson - Windows

Empty picture frames and cigarettes
Broken glass swept to the left
You came and went with no regret
There's still words that you never said
While your phone is filled with messages
That I know you probably never read

Where did you go where can I find you
I hope you know that I'll take the time to
Look out my windows
My windows
My windows for you
Look out my windows my windows
My windows for you

I'll wait for your apology
This burden rests on top of me
I wish that you would stop and see
Exactly what you do to me
But you don't and I won't let you go
In case one day you finally show
At my door but inside I truly know
That you're gone

I'm all alone in a broken home

Where did ya go babe
Where did ya go
Where did ya go babe
Where did ya go