Half

Cold

Your side of the bed is just a mountain of white linen

Stiff

Unmoved

I keep the window shut to hold the scent of your cedar skin

The hall is too quiet

The clock is too loud

I wait for the door to swing

Empty

It is just so empty

I reach for your hand but I grab the air

I look for your face but you're not there

Now I'm just half of a person

Now I'm just half of a name

Now I'm just half of a soul

Left in the rain

The kitchen table has an extra chair I Can't move

Dust gathers on the mail

Bills

Old news

Letters addressed to a man who'll never read them

I hate the sunrise

I hate the birds

I hate how the earth keeps spinning

Empty

It is just so empty

I reach for your hand but I grab the air

I look for your face but you're not there

Now I'm just half of a person

Now I'm just half of a name

Now I'm just half of a soul

Left in the rain

Post-Chorus

Left in the rain

In the rain

Oh it is empty

Black dress

Better days

Bitter ends

The preacher said you're in a better place

But my place is right here

Tied to the ghost of your laugh

Pinned to the floor by the grief

Empty

It is just so empty

I reach for your hand but I grab the air

I look for your face but you're not there

Now I'm just half of a person

Now I'm just half of a name

Now I'm just half of a soul

Left in the rain

Post-Chorus

Left in the rain

Oh left in the rain

Half of a soul

Half of a name

Half of a life

In the rain

Your side of the bed is still cold

Just cold

So cold