She wakes to the sound of the fridge door hum
Plates clink as the morning comes
Toast in the toaster coffee on the side
Two settings laid out one left behind
Her hands don't tremble; they've done this for years
A rhythm that steadies the weight of her fears
She walks to the study the same old route
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
The phone rings once; her daughter knows
The script they've rehearsed how the story goes
"Mom he's gone " The words hit again
Like a stranger's news from a world's other end
But she sets the table her mind skips back
A warm hand once across her lap
She watches the clock the hours spin wrong
Midnight will come and then it's gone
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
Her house isn't haunted it's heavy with time
Not ghosts just the weight of a worn-out design
Every corner's a question every window's a tease
The world outside moves but she's stuck on repeat
No melodrama just the sound of the sink
Running water disguising the way that she thinks
And when it's all quiet she starts again
Lost in a loop where the end never ends
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
The bed feels colder when she lies down alone
The quiet surrounds her like unfamiliar stone
And tomorrow she'll wake set the table for two
Forgetting the day he stopped coming through
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She wakes to the sound of the fridge door hum
Plates clink as the morning comes
Toast in the toaster coffee on the side
Two settings laid out one left behind
Her hands don't tremble; they've done this for years
A rhythm that steadies the weight of her fears
She walks to the study the same old route
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
The phone rings once; her daughter knows
The script they've rehearsed how the story goes
"Mom he's gone " The words hit again
Like a stranger's news from a world's other end
But she sets the table her mind skips back
A warm hand once across her lap
She watches the clock the hours spin wrong
Midnight will come and then it's gone
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
Her house isn't haunted it's heavy with time
Not ghosts just the weight of a worn-out design
Every corner's a question every window's a tease
The world outside moves but she's stuck on repeat
No melodrama just the sound of the sink
Running water disguising the way that she thinks
And when it's all quiet she starts again
Lost in a loop where the end never ends
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
The bed feels colder when she lies down alone
The quiet surrounds her like unfamiliar stone
And tomorrow she'll wake set the table for two
Forgetting the day he stopped coming through
Plates clink as the morning comes
Toast in the toaster coffee on the side
Two settings laid out one left behind
Her hands don't tremble; they've done this for years
A rhythm that steadies the weight of her fears
She walks to the study the same old route
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
The phone rings once; her daughter knows
The script they've rehearsed how the story goes
"Mom he's gone " The words hit again
Like a stranger's news from a world's other end
But she sets the table her mind skips back
A warm hand once across her lap
She watches the clock the hours spin wrong
Midnight will come and then it's gone
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
Her house isn't haunted it's heavy with time
Not ghosts just the weight of a worn-out design
Every corner's a question every window's a tease
The world outside moves but she's stuck on repeat
No melodrama just the sound of the sink
Running water disguising the way that she thinks
And when it's all quiet she starts again
Lost in a loop where the end never ends
Where is he? She doesn't remember
She calls his name like every December
Her voice meets the walls no answers return
Every step feels like something to learn
And when they remind her the tears start anew
Like the grief's a raw wound she just stumbled into
The bed feels colder when she lies down alone
The quiet surrounds her like unfamiliar stone
And tomorrow she'll wake set the table for two
Forgetting the day he stopped coming through
Writer: George Xinaris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid