But if I do it, then I might miss you, baby
But if I do it, then I might miss you, baby
And nothing sings no song
I’m finally free—you’re finally gone
And nothing sings no song
I’m finally free—you’re finally gone
No space in my heart, no rent in my thoughts
You’re just a blank page, a hole in the air
A ghost I don’t see, a weight that’s not there
No space in my heart, no rent in my thoughts
You’re just a blank page, a hole in the air
A ghost I don’t see, a weight that’s not there
A dial tone where your name was known
The echo faded, the sound erased
Just quiet now in its place
A dial tone where your name was known
The echo faded, the sound erased
Just quiet now in its place
No storm inside, no sense of doom.
The fire’s out, gone every spark—
You left no footprint, not one mark
No storm inside, no sense of doom.
The fire’s out, gone every spark—
You left no footprint, not one mark