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The coffee's still warm, but it don't taste right
The chair across from me's been cold for days
I leave the porch light on every night
But I ain't sure you're comin' back this way
It ain't slammin' doors or broken glass
Just an empty house and time that won't pass
Ain't cryin' out or beggin' lowly
It's just a quiet kind of lonely
Your jacket's still hangin' by the front door
And your hair's on the pillow like you just left
I play that same old record like before
But it don't dance — it just drifts like a breath
It ain't stormin' loud or screamin' fights
It's the silence that hits hardest at night
No angry words, just shadows slowly
Turnin' into a quiet kind of lonely
No whiskey can drown what won't make a sound
It's the nothin' that screams when you ain't around
I thought love would end in fire and rage
Not a whisper that echoes page by page
So I talk to the walls like they might care
And sleep on the couch 'cause the bed's too wide
I still hear your laugh floatin' through the air
But I wake up reachin' for your ghost each night
It ain't slammin' doors or broken glass
Just an empty house and time that won't pass
No fight to fix, no chance to show me
Just a quiet kind of lonely