The jam jar is still in the fridge. Unopened. Your name on a sticky note in your handwriting. I can't throw it away. The coffee cup sits in the sink Has it been three weeks? 4? I'm living in the spaces between Between the before and after, Between the car and the empty driveway, Between the table set for two and the silence. I'm living in the spaces between, And I don't know how to fill them. That hotel room in a city we'll never return to The key card is in my wallet. I don't know why. You laughed at the street musician, Threw coins in his case, Danced a little when you thought I wasn't looking. That was the last time I saw you truly happy. The vast spaces of that foreign city Are smaller than the space in this house now. I'm living in the spaces between, Between the before and after, Between the car and the empty driveway, Between the table set for two and the silence. I'm living in the spaces between, And I don't know how to fill them. The steering wheel. The coffee cup. The jam jar. The hotel key. The empty chair. The unmade bed. These are the things I hold onto, Because letting them go means you're really gone. I drove past the cafe yesterday. Didn't stop. The vast spaces between the stars Are infinite, But they don't compare to the space Between your absence and my breathing. The jam jar is still in the fridge. Unopened. Your name on a sticky note in your handwriting. I still can't throw it away. ---------------------------------- Lyrics By inquiee
