[Verse 1]
Turkey cold, on the counter, plates stacked,
Memories heavy, heart weighed like a backpack.
Grandma’s laugh used to echo through the walls,
Now silence fills the space, ghosted calls.
Cranberry sweet, but the vibe’s so bitter,
Carved out love, now it’s just a splinter.
[Chorus]
Old days Thanksgiving, where’d they go?
Table’s full, but the hearts don’t show.
Pass the pain, pass the blame, pass the wine,
Old days Thanksgiving, wish you were still mine.
[Verse 2]
Stuffing my feelings, like the bird, can’t breathe,
Gravy poured thick, drowning out what I believe.
Your chair’s empty, but your shadow stays,
Every bite, a taste of the lost yesterdays.
Pumpkin pie crust, crumbling like trust,
Once golden, now it's gathering dust.
[Chorus]
Old days Thanksgiving, where’d they go?
Table’s full, but the hearts don’t show.
Pass the pain, pass the blame, pass the wine,
Old days Thanksgiving, wish you were still mine.