[Intro] [Clean electric guitar riff begins, rhythmic and bright] [Soft percussion kicks in] [Verse 1 | Sincere, intimate] You left your charger in the hallway plug And a half-empty bag of Salt & Vinegar chips The apartment feels a little too wide today I’m counting the cracks where the ceiling drips I used to hate the way you hummed off-key While you were waiting for the toast to pop But now the silence is a heavy thing And I don’t really know how to make it stop [Pre-Chorus | Build-up, melodic] I’m wearing that oversized crewneck you hate The one with the stain from the takeout Thai I’m looking for reasons to stay up late Just to see if you’ll text me a quick 'hi' [Chorus | Catchy, driving rhythm, bittersweet] And it’s the small things that get me low Like the way the light hits the kitchen floor We’re just two people who used to know Exactly what the other was looking for Now I’m eating stale cereal at 2 AM Thinking ‘bout the version of us back then Yeah, it’s a quiet kind of blue Just getting used to not being with you [Verse 2 | Specific imagery, conversational] I saw your sister at the grocery store She looked away near the frozen fruit I wondered if you told her everything Or if you’re playing it cool and staying mute I bought the coffee brand you always liked By accident, or maybe just by force of habit There’s a ghost of us in every aisle And I’m just reaching out to try and grab it [Bridge | Dreamy, atmospheric, slightly more synth-heavy] Maybe we were just a season Maybe there’s no grander reason Than a couple of hearts that ran out of light In the middle of a Tuesday night (Ran out of light...) (Middle of the night...) [Guitar Solo | Melodic, clean tone, evocative] [Chorus | High energy, layers of vocals] And it’s the small things that get me low Like the way the light hits the kitchen floor We’re just two people who used to know Exactly what the other was looking for Now I’m eating stale cereal at 2 AM Thinking ‘bout the version of us back then Yeah, it’s a quiet kind of blue Just getting used to not being with you [Outro | Minimalist, fading out] Not being with you I’ll probably move the charger tomorrow Yeah, I’ll move it tomorrow [Single guitar pluck] [End]
