Opened the cupboard, looking for a glass
Found the blue ceramic mug you left at last
It has a little chip right on the rim
The memory is there, but getting dim
I wash it out, put it back in place
Can't even fully recall your face
Living in the space that we used to share
Moving through the rooms like I just don't care
The tea gets cold, the kitchen is quiet
Tried a new routine, but I just can't buy it
It all feels the same
Yeah, it all feels the same
Sitting on the chair by the window sill
The radiator clicks, then goes still
Dust motes floating in the afternoon sun
Nothing's really ended, nothing's begun
Living in the space that we used to share
Moving through the rooms like I just don't care
The tea gets cold, the kitchen is quiet
Tried a new routine, but I just can't buy it
It all feels the same
Yeah, it all feels the same
It all feels the same
