There’s a Room in Your Name

I washed your cup But left your lipstick on the rim, Same side, Like you might come back and kiss it again. Your sweater’s Still hanging on the folding chair, Thread pulled where I tug when I pretend that You're there. There's a room in your name In my small, tired heart, Door half-open Just in case you fall apart. I keep the light on Though it burns my sleep away. There's a room in your name, and I can't Give it away. Can't give you away. Can't give you away. I talk To the outline on your pillowcase, Soft words to a hollow in the cotton shaped Like your face. I cook too much for one then Throw it out, Salted Like the way we used to make up after A fight, half shout. Yeah. There's a room in your name In my small, tired heart, door Half-open Just in case you fall apart. I keep the light on Though it burns my sleep away. There's a room in your name, and I can't Give it away. Can't give you away. Can't give you away. Tell me, who am I if I don't wait? If I change the sheets, does it erase the Date? I hold my breath when the hallway Settles at night. Every creak, I swear it's you Turning back on the light. There's a room in your name in My small, tired heart, Key on the table Like you only stepped out to the dark. I keep the light on Though it burns my sleep away. There's a room in your name, And I can't, I can't give it away. Oh, I can't, can't give you away. Oh, I can't.