The House Still Thinks You’re Here

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━The House Still Thinks You’re Here━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I kept telling myself the house was the problem. The light still came on at eight. The room still got cold before midnight. Your mug stayed where it always was. Your side of everything stayed open. I thought the place just hadn’t caught up yet. Then I realised I was the one putting everything back. Maybe the house wasn’t waiting for you. Maybe I was. The House Still Thinks You’re Here. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The hallway light still comes on at eight You set it sometime last winter I still look up when it does Like you're about to turn the key The thermostat drops before midnight Exactly how you liked it Your mug's still upside down beside mine I keep saying I'll move it The speaker wakes up every morning To that playlist you made I let it get through half a song Before I remember I keep blaming the rooms For remembering you Like I haven't left them Every reason to The house still thinks you're here It leaves your side Of everything open Light by the door at eight Room goes cold before midnight Every room still makes A little space for two And I'm the only thing in here That knows you're not coming home I moved your mug this morning Put it back without thinking Changed the room to twenty-two Woke up cold and changed it back Told the speaker not to play that song Then asked for it an hour later Cleared your side of the bathroom sink Couldn't stand how clean it looked I keep trying to teach this place How one person lives here Every time it starts forgetting you I put everything back Maybe the house isn't waiting Maybe I am Every time it starts forgetting you I give it something back The house still thinks you're here Because I keep teaching it your hours Leave the light on at eight Keep your side of the counter clear Every room still makes A little space for two And I'm the only thing in here That knows you're not coming home Tonight the light stayed off at eight I stood there in the dark Waiting for it to fix itself Nothing happened The room stayed warm The speaker stayed quiet For once nothing in this place Acted like you were running late I thought that would feel like progress I thought I'd finally breathe Instead I stood in the kitchen Missing everything that used to repeat No light by the door No second cup The room stayed twenty-two Nothing waited up For the first time This place looked like one person lived here I wanted it to learn Right up until It stopped expecting you Eight o'clock came Nothing turned on I waited anyway ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━