歌詞

Found your mug on the second shelf

Lipstick stain I never cleaned

Sunday socks in the tangled drawer

Little ghosts in the in-between

There’s an empty chair at the end of the table

Where your stories used to spill and spin

I keep cooking for two out of habit

Set your plate

Then put it back again

If you ever get tired of leaving

You can come back

I’ll be right here

Talking to shadows

Talking to memories

Saving your place

In that empty chair

Your spare key on the hallway hook

Still jingles when the door swings wide

I say “welcome home” to the quiet air

Like you’re just a step behind

There’s an empty chair at the end of the table

Where your laughter used to bend my rules

I keep pouring your glass out of habit

Watch it wait

Then warm

Then cool

If you ever get tired of leaving

You can come back

I’ll be right here

Talking to shadows

Talking to memories

Saving your place

In that empty chair