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The clock on the nightstand ticks
My body keeps your little tricks
I slide across the colder sheet
You're like a song I can't delete
The keyhole catches a draft of air
No one is standing on the stair
I let the silence have its say
But my arms still remember the way
The dent in the pillow knows
The blanket keeps the shape you chose
My stubborn mind wants a bit more
I tell myself you're at the door
The dent in the pillow knows
The blanket keeps the shape you chose
Your number's burned behind my eyes
I swear the silence always lies
The keyhole catches a draft of air
No one is standing on the stair
I let the silence have its say
But my arms still remember the way
The dent in the pillow knows
The blanket keeps the shape you chose
My stubborn mind wants a bit more
I tell myself you're at the door
The dent in the pillow knows
The blanket keeps the shape you chose
Your number's burned behind my eyes
I swear the silence always lies