Empty of You

I still reach for your coffee cup when I wake up every

morning,

then I remember you’re not here and the silence starts talking.

Your picture’s still hanging

by the hallway door,

your old blue sweater

is lying on the floor.

I keep telling myself

I’ll pack it all away,

but every little thing

keeps making you stay.

This house ain’t empty,

but it sure feels cold.

Every room is full of memories we made before you let me

go.

There’s your picture on the wall,

your perfume in the air,

and sometimes in the dead of night

I swear I see you standing there.

I took your name off the mailbox,

but I couldn’t take it off my heart.

Funny how a little piece of paper can make goodbye feel so

hard. I sit down on that old couch where we’d talk until

the sun came up,

and sometimes I still turn to you before I remember we’re done.

This house ain’t empty,

but it sure feels cold.

Every room is full of memories we made before you let me

go.

There’s your picture on the wall,

your perfume in the air,

and sometimes in the dead of night I swear I see you

standing there. This house ain’t empty,

it’s just empty of you.

Maybe someday I’ll paint these walls,

change the locks and rearrange.

But tonight I’m in the kitchen,

watching moonlight cross the floor.

For one second I heard your footsteps… It’s just empty of you.