Left
your jacket in the trunk for months
Kept thinking I should mail it back
But then I'd have to write your address down
And I don't trust my hands with that
The girl she stole works to plays that song
I leave my car to walk outside Stand
in the parking lot until it's over
Like I'm waiting for a ride
I'm reaching through the static of every Sunday
morning Grabbing onto air that used to be your shoulder
When you're not here, the hours don't move right
I'm stuck at the intersection watching
everyone else go When you're not here,
I see you in the street
I'm still standing in the middle of a road
Frozen while the world
moves on
I drove past your parents' house last week
Didn't mean, just forgot to turn
The porch light was on And I wondered if
you told them anything about how this burned
I'm watching TV on a night
Not watching, just the sound of voices
Pretending that the apartment isn't empty
Pretending that I still have choices
I'm reaching through the grocery house at 9pm on Tuesday
My hand goes through the space where you should be
I'm stuck at the intersection watching everyone else go
Something like years gone My hand keeps reaching
for a planet That doesn't even know I'm holding on