Verse 1

You left your keys

on the table for a week

Dust on your coffee cup

like it’s scared to speak

I’m still counting

every crack in the paint

Your jacket on the chair

like it’s holding your weight

Chorus

Ashes on the windowsill

I can’t breathe but I sit still

Talking to your shadow

like you’re coming back tomorrow

If you’re somewhere, can you hear

all the storms inside my chest?

Ashes on the windowsill

and your name under my breath