You left your name on the carton
Sharpie heart on the side
Three-day-old spaghetti
Still twirling in my mind
Takeout box on the top shelf
Little sauce stain on my sleeve
You moved out on a Tuesday
But your snacks still never leave
I’m living with your leftovers in the fridge
All your little labels
Every shelf a bridge
Between the life we planned
And the one I’m in
Yeah
I keep on reaching past the milk for you again
(oh again)
Half a lime in a baggie
Drying out like a joke
Your almond milk goes sour
Clock is ticking on us both
Our playlist on the speaker
I hum the parts you’d sing
Standing in the pale door-light
Frozen peas
Thawed feelings
I’m living with your leftovers in the fridge
All your little labels
Every shelf a bridge
Between the life we planned
And the one I’m in
Yeah
I keep on reaching past the milk for you again
(oh again)
Should I throw it out
Should I let it stay
Clean this place of you
Or taste you one more day
Midnight fork in my hand
Bare feet on cold tile floor
One last bite of what we had
Then I close that door
I’m living with your leftovers in the fridge
All your little labels
Every shelf a bridge
Between the life we planned
And the one I’m in
Yeah
I keep on reaching past the milk for you again
Yeah
I keep on reaching past the milk for you again (again)