"The door still creaks when the wind pulls through..."
Coffee cups untouched, mornings feel too slow
The chair you loved stays empty in its row
Your laughter's still stitched in these silent walls
But no one's coming when the evening calls
I keep the lights on like you're just running late
Pretend that missing you is just my fate
Still waiting by the door
Still listening for your steps across the floor
The seasons change but I'm anchored in before
Still loving you more, still waiting by the door
The clock still ticks but time feels broke
Every laugh I fake, every word I choke
Your coat still hangs where you left it last
Memories nailed too deep in the past
I call it healing, but it feels like hide and seek
Pretending strength while I'm barely weak
Still waiting by the door
Still listening for your steps across the floor
The seasons change but I'm anchored in before
Still loving you more, still waiting by the door
but you don't come through...