Intro

I talk to the ceiling

It answers in cracks

One cup on the table

Lipstick, and the lack

Verse 1

Cold food on the counter

Your chair still turned my way

Two forks, one on a napkin

Like you just walked away

Phone face-down and buzzing

I let it shake the floor

My name on every message

But not yours anymore

Chorus

I’m so tired of being tough

Saying “I’m fine” when it’s all too much

There’s a hollow in a house full of noise