Ashtray on the nightstand
Phone light on your name
Curtains breathing slowly
Room heavy with your blame
Cold coffee on the dresser
Your jacket on the chair
I’m tracing little circles
In the stale and quiet air
You said “it’s not that simple” (oh)
Then you vanished in a drag
Now every little whisper
Rolls off
Then coils back
Smoke on the window
Still spelling out your face
Fading like a halo
I can’t wipe you all away
Smoke on the window
Hangs like the words you never said
Every ghosted “I don’t know”
Still burning in my head