Full House, Empty Room Verse 1 I’ve got keys in my pocket, light in my home, People who love me, still I feel alone. A table with laughter, a life I once prayed, But something inside me has quietly grayed. I count all my blessings, they shine and they gleam, But joy slips through softly like dust in a beam. How can I have so much and still feel this way, Like night found a corner in the middle of day? Chorus It’s a full house, empty room, Sunlight hiding behind the moon. A grateful heart with a heavy chest, A restless soul that cannot rest. I’m not lost, but I’m not found, Feet on the floor, head in the clouds. Everything’s here, but something’s gone, A silent ache I carry on. Verse 2 I wear the nice jacket, I run the same miles, I answer the questions, I practice my smiles. I build and I plan, I do what I should, I know that my life is objectively good. But deep in the quiet when nobody sees, There’s a door in my chest with no matching key. I don’t want more things, I don’t need escape, I just want my spirit to come back awake. Chorus It’s a full house, empty room, Flowers growing without perfume. A grateful heart with a hollow sound, A king with no crown in a beautiful town. I’m not broken, but I feel thin, Like the world outside can’t reach within. Everything’s here, but something’s gone, A silent ache I carry on. Bridge Maybe the wound is a question unspoken, Maybe the numb is a dream half-broken. Maybe the cure isn’t running away, But telling the truth at the end of the day. I can be thankful and still be tired, Rich in love and low on fire. Both can be real, both can be true, A crowded sky can still feel blue. Final Chorus Full house, empty room, I’m still waiting for my heart to bloom. But maybe this ache is not the end, Maybe it’s asking me to begin again. Everything’s here, and I’m still here too, Trying to find the signal coming through. Not chasing more, just coming home, To the part of me I left alone.
