Verse 1

Cup on the table

Lipstick on the rim

Phone on the bedsheet

Your name

I don’t press send

Half of your sweater

Still hangs on my chair

I sleep on the edge now

Pretend you’re still there

Chorus

I’m drowning in your echo

Every room

Your ghost turns on the light

I reach across the pillow

But all I touch is cold

And empty white

If love was all you wanted