Empty Streets

(ahhhh) I found that coffee mug

you bought in Maine

Sitting right there by

the kitchen sink

Still got the little chip on the side

It made me

stop,

made me think

And it's the little things that break you down

When the silence is the only

sound (mmm)

I didn't think I'd miss the clutter on the floor

But I do,

and I don't know what for

Your half of the closet is completely bare

Just some plastic hangers

left behind

I keep the door shut

most of the time

To keep the pictures

out of my mind

And it's the little things that break you down

When the silence is the only sound (yeah)

I didn't think I'd miss the clutter on the floor

But I do, and I don't know what for

Just a chipped mug

On a Tuesday morning