Verse 1

Your cup is where you left it by the sink

A pale ring drying on the kitchen tile

I count the cracks beneath the window frame

And let the quiet sit with me awhile

Pre-Chorus

The hallway keeps the shape of your goodbye

My hand still turns before I wonder why

Chorus

I talk to rooms that never answer back

I leave one lamp on, though I know you’re gone

The hours fold like letters left unread

And morning finds me carrying on alone

Verse 2

Your blue coat hangs behind the bedroom door

The pocket holds a ticket from last spring

I touch the paper, then I put it down