[Verse 1] Three a.m. again Woke up ‘cause I had to go Stumbled down that hallway In your old t-shirt and your coat Hit the bathroom light On the sink your toothbrush sits Reached across the counter Like you might reach back for it [Chorus] But it’s the cold side of the bed Empty pillow, empty hand I keep rolling to your part Like you might be coming back And it hits me in the dark When the world is quiet, still I’m wide awake and breaking With a heart I can’t quite heal I just need somebody talking But it’s only me And the cold side of the bed [Verse 2] Coffee cup for two Still tucked up on that top shelf I could pour one for a stranger But I save that space for you and no one else Sit down on the carpet Back pressed to the hallway wall Counting cracks in the ceiling Waiting on your name to call [Chorus] But it’s the cold side of the bed Empty pillow, empty hand I keep rolling to your part Like you might be coming back And it hits me in the dark When the world is quiet, still I’m wide awake and breaking With a heart I can’t quite heal I just need somebody talking But it’s only me And the cold side of the bed [Bridge] I whisper “you up?” To a silent room (hey) Scroll through old messages Like they’re something new I’m tired of telling These walls how I feel They don’t hold me after They don’t say it’s real [Chorus] So it’s the cold side of the bed Empty pillow, empty hand I keep reaching for your voice On this busted midnight land And it hits me in the dark Till the sun comes climbing in I’m prayed out, cried out, worn out But I’d start all over again Just to hear somebody talking Say my name and mean it then Till it’s not just me On the cold side of the bed
