Kitchen Table Blues

Cold coffee on the counter

Last night’s news on the floor

Your chair still pulled out

Like you might walk through that door

I talk to my own reflection

In this chipped-up window glass

Ask it how a Sunday morning

Got this heavy

Got this fast

Got these kitchen table blues

Two plates

One heart in two

Forks still touching

But it’s only me and you-know-who

If loving you was truth

Why’s this house feel like a ruse?

I’m just humming to the hum of this empty room

With my kitchen table blues

Your sweater on the backrest

Smells like rain and cheap perfume

I keep setting down one teacup

Like I’m saving you some room

I laugh at the wrong moments

Just to hear a human sound

Then that silence comes back swinging

And it knocks me to the ground

Got these kitchen table blues

Two plates

One heart in two

Forks still touching

But it’s only me and you-know-who

If loving you was truth

Why’s this house feel like a ruse?

I’m just humming to the hum of this empty room

With my kitchen table blues

Maybe you’re halfway to Memphis (oh)

Chasing some kinder sky

I’m here counting all the cracks in the ceiling

Trying to remember why

Why we stayed

Why we strayed

Why your ghost still pulls a chair

I light a match for the memory

But the smoke just hangs in the air

Got these kitchen table blues

Two plates

One heart in two

Forks still touching

But it’s only me and you-know-who

If loving you was truth

Why’s this house feel like a ruse?

I’m just humming to the hum of this empty room

With my kitchen table blues