Empty Side of the Bed

The coffee's cold, I made it

out of habit

Two cups again, old muscle memory

Your coat's still on the hook,

I couldn't grab it

Some things don't leave as easy

as you did from me

I drive past places we used to go together

Radio plays that song

we used to sing

I keep the porch light on

in any weather

Like you might still come back with your key and everything But

the silence talks the loudest in this house

And I'm still learning how to be without you now

I sleep on my own side,

out of habit Leave the empty half like you'll come home

Heart still knocking like it hasn't had it

Learning how to grieve

a love that's gone

On the empty side of the bed

Friends keep asking when I'll be alright

I tell them soon,

but soon feels far away

I find your handwriting

some nights

And trace the letters

like I could hear you say

But the silence talks the loudest in this house

And I'm still learning how to be without you now

Maybe love was never meant to stay

this long

Maybe some hearts learn the hardest songs But I'd live it all

again, every word, every wrong Just to have you here,

singing along

I sleep on my own side,

out of habit

Some nights I still reach for you at

3

One day I'll fill this whole bed,

I imagine

But tonight it's just the empty side of me

On the empty side of the bed...