If Missing You Was a Song

The house is louder when it's quiet now. Your coffee cup's still turned upside

down. Your jacket's hanging where you left it last. Like time just

slammed the brakes on the past. I catch myself talking like you're near.

Then the truth hits hard, you're not here. Every little thing I do

somehow still runs back to you. If missing you was a song,

it'd be stuck on repeat all night long. Played on an old beat-up radio,

every word I never got to say would show. It'd be low and slow,

like a hurt that lingers on. Yeah, if missing you was a song.