Lyric

You left a ring of tea

On the blue glass table

Your jacket kept the chair

Like it knew your name

I laughed at your bad jokes

You stole my fries again

Then we stood in the doorway

Counting down the rain

Now the rooms feel larger

After you walk out

The sink holds your shadow

For a moment, then it fades

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I keep your side of the bed

Like a map in dust

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I learned your shape by heart

Then you turned to rust

Your mug has a chip on it

From that February night

We burned the toast together

And called it a feast

You sent one last voice note

All cracked from the train

I played it in the kitchen

Till the sound got thin

Now the rooms feel larger

After you walk out

The sink holds your shadow

For a moment, then it fades

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I keep your side of the bed

Like a map in dust

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I learned your shape by heart

Then you turned to rust

Maybe love is this

A warm hand, then a door

A half-burned candle

And a floor with two last prints

I don’t hate the ending

I just hate the hush

How the good days live on

Where the bad ones used to touch

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I keep your side of the bed

Like a map in dust

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I learned your shape by heart

Then you turned to rust

Stay if you can

Go if you must

I carry the whole little ache

Till it turns to lightness