Still Setting The Table For Two (Remix 3)

[intro] [dark ambient piano, subtle guitar swells, low heartbeat percussion] It’s been raining for weeks But I still open the blinds Still waiting for your headlights to come home [verse 1] I pour your coffee every morning Still on the left side like I should Your sweater still hangs by the doorway And your boots still carry mud [verse 2] The radio plays our sad songs The ones you'd always skip But now I let them play full volume Like punishment for my lips [pre-chorus] I still talk to you in silence Still dream you're in our bed Still leave space on the pillow Still replay every word you said [chorus 1] I’m still setting the table for two Still pretending I’m cooking for you Still laugh at your jokes like you’re here in the room Still wait for the door to creak open at noon I know it’s not sane, I know it’s not true But I don’t know how else to hold on to you [verse 3] Your voicemail’s still on my phone I play it when the world’s too loud You sound so alive, so close Like you’ll walk in and shut it down [verse 4] The mirror fogs with your name Like breath from the other side And sometimes I swear I feel your hand When I’m breaking down inside [pre-chorus] I wear your hoodie when it storms Just to keep the thunder out But nothing stops the scream That keeps rising through my doubt [chorus 2] I’m still setting the table for two Still lighting your candle in blue Still saving your side like you’re coming back soon Still holding the air like it’s touching you They tell me to move, they say I should heal But how do you bury what still feels real? [bridge] [tempo drops, clean guitar arpeggios, soft whispered vocals] I kept your last letter Folded by the sink The ink is faded But it still makes me think …of the last words you said …and the things I forgot to say [spoken interlude – final reveal] "You died on a Tuesday. I kept cooking dinner anyway." [guitar solo] [mournful sustained notes → crescendo into quiet, ambient distortion] [chorus 3 – final version] I’m still setting the table for two Still pretending you’ll walk into view Still humming your song in the dark of this room Still talking to shadows, still chasing the truth And even if the world says it’s through I’ll always be setting the table for you [outro] [soft piano fading, a single plate clinks on wood, whisper: “for two…”] [heartbeat slows… silence]