Lyric

The window won’t quite shut tonight

Cold slips underneath the frame

Your coat is gone from the wooden chair

But the room still holds its shape

I pull my sleeve across my hand

Walk barefoot down the hall

Funny what the body keeps

When it thinks you’ll still come home

We left a sentence in this room

Right where the good part should begin

I know exactly where it stopped

I don’t know how it would have ended

Left leaning

Every time I let you go

Left leaning

Like my body doesn’t know

You’re not coming through that door

I’m not waiting anymore

Still, some part of me

Keeps left leaning

I set two cups beside the kettle

Before I catch my hand

Put one back inside the cupboard

Then take it out again

I leave your side of the table clear

Though no one needs the room

It’s strange how little habits stay

When everything else moves

I don’t miss every part of us

That isn’t what this is

I miss the life that almost fit

The one we nearly lived

Left leaning

Every time I let you go

Left leaning

Like my body doesn’t know

You’re not coming through that door

I’m not waiting anymore

Still, some part of me

Keeps left leaning

Sunday coffee, grocery lists

Your key beside my card

Maybe we’d have learned to stay

When staying became hard

Maybe I don’t miss you now

The way I thought I did

Maybe I miss who I would be

If we had made it there

If we had made it there

Left leaning

But less than yesterday

Left leaning

While the cold gives way

You’re not coming through that door

I don’t need you to anymore

Still, some part of me

Can keep left leaning

The picture’s crooked on the wall

I leave it where it is