I still make a stack of pancakes on Sunday
I still pour the syrup even if you're away
I still keep one slice, as if you might stay
But the stack gets cold and the day turns grey
I still sleep on the left side of the bed
I still keep the right side cool for your head
I still turn the blanket down on the right
And pretend you'll be home later tonight
I still save a spot for you every day
I still set an extra fork on the tray
Then I look at the chair and I sigh
I don't know why I still try
I still save a spot for you every day
I still set an extra fork on the tray
I know I should change but I can't today
These little things are the only games I play
I still sleep on the left side of the bed
I still keep the right side cool for your head
I still turn the blanket down on the right
And pretend you'll be home later tonight
I still save a spot for you every day
I still set an extra fork on the tray
Then I look at the chair and I sigh
I don't know why I still try
I still save a spot for you every day
I still set an extra fork on the tray
I know I should change but I can't today
These little things are the only games I play