Verse 1
There’s a cold side of this bed that the sunlight won’t touch,
Dust on the pictures, and I don’t look at ’em much.
The house still creaks your name in the middle of the night,
And every room feels haunted by the absence of your light.
I still pour two cups of coffee every now and then,
Catch myself talking before remembering again.
The silence hits harder than a train in the dark,
Leaving nothing but smoke where there used to be a heart.
Chorus
I don’t wanna feel this storm,
I don’t wanna feel now that you’re gone.
Every raindrop sounds like a goodbye,
Every sunrise feels like another lie.
I don’t wanna be the man I am,
Because he’s the type you’ll hate to see me be.
He’s a shadow in your memory,
A broken soul pretending he’s still free.
Verse 2
The radio plays songs that I can’t make it through,
Every word sounds like it’s written about you.
I’ve been driving these backroads with nowhere to go,
Just chasing old ghosts down roads I already know.
The whiskey burns less than the ache in my chest,
And sleep don’t come easy when regret won’t rest.
I’ve got a thousand things I’d give just to hear one more word,
But the night only answers with the cry of a bird.
Chorus
I don’t wanna feel this storm,
I don’t wanna feel now that you’re gone.
Every raindrop sounds like a goodbye,
Every sunrise feels like another lie.
I don’t wanna be the man I am,
Because he’s the type you’ll hate to see me be.
He’s a shadow in your memory,
A broken soul pretending he’s still free.
Bridge
The man I was disappeared somewhere along the way,
The day the color left the sky and never came back gray.
Now I wear a smile like a rusted-out disguise,
While a hurricane of sorrow keeps raging inside.
Sometimes I swear I hear your footsteps down the hall,
But it’s just the empty house and these memories on the wall.
And every year that passes only makes it harder to explain,
How somebody can be gone and still leave this much pain.
Final Chorus
I don’t wanna feel this storm,
I don’t wanna feel now that you’re gone.
The world’s still turning, but mine stands still,
Stuck somewhere between heartbreak and will.
I don’t wanna be the man I am,
Because he’s the type you’ll hate to see me be.
A stranger wearing my old name,
Carrying a fire that became a flame.
Outro
So I’ll sit here with the darkness and the echoes of before,
Listening for a voice that won’t come through that door.
And if heaven keeps your memory, then that’s where mine has gone,
‘Cause I don’t know who I am now that you’re gone.
