The kitchen light is flickering Like it's trying not to see Your jacket by the doorway Still shaped like you might leave I hate the way the silence took the shape of your name I hate that we got older while your picture stayed the same So we scream into the hallway where your footsteps used to live We keep begging empty rooms for what they never learned to give You were loved, you were lost Not the damage, not the blame But the night took your tomorrow and left us holding your name You're never coming back! He said this time was different We wanted to believe Addiction speaks in promises it never plans to keep You wore your vice like mercy It dressed itself as peace It taught your hands to tremble Then called the shaking free I hate the way the silence took the shape of your name I hate that we got older while your picture stayed the same So we scream into the hallway where your footsteps used to live We keep begging empty rooms for what they never learned to give You were loved, you were lost Not the damage, not the blame But the night took your tomorrow and left us holding your name [ft Blood on the mic] Your mother keeps your number Like a church bell that won’t sing She swears sometimes at midnight She can almost hear it ring Your father keeps the silence In a bottle by the sink He don’t talk much about you But he breaks each time he drinks Nobody tells the living How the dead still take up space How the house can keep your shadow While the world forgets your face It took one life But it left five wounds One empty chair And a hundred rooms I hate the way your number still keeps ringing through her brain I hate the way his bottle learned to answer for your name So we scream into the hallway where your footsteps used to live We keep begging empty rooms for what they never learned to give You were loved, you were lost Not the bottle, not the shame But addiction spoke in promises Then left us with your name You’re never coming back! Your mother keeps your number But the phone don’t ever ring!
