The kitchen light is on
I imagine you're drifting back and forth
Your yellow nightstand looks just the same
And it's hard not to sanctify your name
I'm not mad baby
I took the time to sift through what was mine
I'm not mad baby
I swear I
I'm doing good
I cook meals when I should
I let go for the last time you should know
You don't wander old cerebral rooms anymore
Cause you are not to me who you were before
You are not to me who you were
You cherry picked the moments
When I could share in your closeness
Now I fear I do just the same
And it's hard not to vilify your name
I'm not mad baby
I took the time to sift through what was mine
I'm not mad baby
I swear I
I'm doing good
I cook meals when I should
I let go for the last time you should know
You don't wander old cerebral rooms anymore
Cause you are not to me who you were before
You are not to me who you were before
You are not to me who you were
You are not to me
You are not to me who you were before