The Seat Beside Me (Cover)

There's a dent in the cushion where you used to lean Coffee gone cold, and the room stays clean You still live in the edges of my quiet days Like a song that won’t resolve, just fades away I speak to your absence more than your face It answers in silence, in empty space And the seat beside me stays open wide Like it’s waiting for you to come decide But your love never crossed that line Still, I leave room for it—every single time You called me kind, you called me brave But never called to say you’d stay I dress in calm like Sunday best But my heart still stutters under this vest There's grace in restraint, or so I’ve heard But it’s hard to live by half-spoken words And the seat beside me stays open wide Like it’s waiting for you to come decide But your love never crossed that line Still, I leave room for it—every single time Maybe in some Irish town, they’d say: “Better a heart bruised than never to sway” But I sway too much, too long, too late While you walk past what you won’t face Yeah, the seat beside me still waits tonight Though I know you’ll never set things right But I can’t stop saving your side Still, I leave room for you—every single time