(Verse 1) I found your house key in the pocket of my favorite denim jacket The one I bought that Friday night, trying to look a little less tragic It’s been six months since you walked out, without a fight, without a sound But the wreckage of your leaving is still the quietest noise I’ve found I kept the lamp in the hallway broken, just like you always left it Maybe I thought the darkness was the only way I could accept it You said I was too much effort, too quiet, too loud, too slow And now I just sit here wondering where all that effort had to go. (Pre-Chorus) I tried to make a joke about it to the barman last night Said maybe silence is just proof that something worked out right But when I got back to this empty room, the punchline fell flat ‘Cause I still look at the door and wonder where you’re at. (Chorus) And all I’ve got left are the fragments of the life you tore: Half a coat and a taxi receipt crumpled on the floor. Just proof that you left quickly, you weren't coming back for more Now every single memory feels like a slam of the front door. So tell me, was it easy? Did you sleep through the first night? ‘Cause I’m still standing here, staring into the floodlight Of what we were, of what we were supposed to be Oh God, the quiet in this city is absolutely killing me. (Verse 2) I saw your mother downtown, she looked right through my face Like I was a bad habit that you finally managed to erase And I don’t blame her, honestly, I made myself hard to love I kept a distance in the darkness, sent smoke up to the dove I changed the radio station, just to avoid the songs we owned But the silence between the static is where your absence is enthroned I’m living on black coffee and the thought that you might call Knowing that I’m the idiot who let us lose it all. (Pre-Chorus) I tried to make a joke about it to the barman last night Said maybe silence is just proof that something worked out right But when I got back to this empty room, the punchline fell flat ‘Cause I still look at the door and wonder where you’re at. (Chorus) And all I’ve got left are the fragments of the life you tore: Half a coat and a taxi receipt crumpled on the floor. Just proof that you left quickly, you weren't coming back for more Now every single memory feels like a slam of the front door. So tell me, was it easy? Did you sleep through the first night? ‘Cause I’m still standing here, staring into the floodlight Of what we were, of what we were supposed to be Oh God, the quiet in this city is absolutely killing me. (Outro) Killing me... (Piano chord held, then fades to silence.) (End)
