[Intro] [clean electric guitar, trap hi-hats] Yeah Mad House Music Ghost Money Mafia Ghost on the track Alfredo Got Sauce [Verse 1] [sub-bass enters] Empty chairs, nobody's there for me Another room that echoes quietly Pictures fade but memories remain I still remember belonging there [Verse 2] The seat is worn by wear and tear Like someone still been sitting there Dust settles where laughter met pain In a place that never feels the same Every hallway feels too wide Every door holds a life The walls remember every word But silence answers in return [Chorus] [full percussion, layered vocals] Empty chairs, nobody's there for me These four walls keep whispering silently Every empty seat still knows a name But nothing here will ever be the same Empty chairs staring back at me Holding on to what used to be [Bridge] [drums drop out, guitar continues] The smoke from the guns still lingers The bed still keeps your shape somehow with no figure The blanket folds just where it lay Like you left yesterday The mirror knows the face I wear But never asks who's missing there Morning finds the room once more Just as quiet as before [Chorus] [full percussion, high energy] Every hallway feels too wide Every door holds a life The walls remember every word But silence answers in return Empty chairs, nobody's there for me These four walls keep whispering silently Every empty seat still knows a name But nothing here will ever be the same Empty chairs staring back at me Holding on to what used to be [Outro] [guitar fades, sub-bass pulse] Empty chairs
