Wake up in the morning reach across the bed
To the empty space beside me a message left unread
Making coffee in the kitchen I still make enough for two
It's a program in my system I just cannot undo
Leaving your old mug out on the counter by the sink
It gives me too much time to think
And in the quiet moments
A cold realization hits
My world is built of memories
Broken into little bits
Did you forget me yet
This is the ghost in my routine a ghost I can't erase
Living in the silence of this cold and empty space
It's a quiet kind of torture it's a love I can't replace
Just the lingering reflection of your face
I still drive the scenic route because you always loved the view
I still save the funny stories that I only wanna share with you
I still look for your approval when I'm trying something new
And I hate the person that I have been turning into
Just a walking exhibition of a life we used to own
A reflex in the muscle a splinter in the bone
And in the quiet moments
A cold realization hits
My world is built of memories
Broken into little bits
Did you forget me yet
This is the ghost in my routine a ghost I can't erase
Living in the silence of this cold and empty space
It's a quiet kind of torture it's a love I can't replace
Just the lingering reflection of your face
Empty chair
Your perfume
Everywhere
In every room
