Leonard Vayne, almost real., JERRY'S SOUND ROOM Empty Rooms

I still keep your coffee cup
On the shelf above the sink
Funny how the smallest things
Can say more than we think

There's a jacket by the door
I should've packed away
But every time I pick it up
I put it back in place

I was always chasing noise
Even lying by your side
You were building something real
While I was running from my life

I never saw the distance growing
Till there was nowhere left to hide

Now the house goes quiet
And I hear what I ignored
Every room still carries echoes
Of the words we left unsaid

You were trying to reach me
I was trying to outrun myself

Don't leave me in these empty rooms
Don't leave me in these empty rooms
I'm still calling out for you
Through these empty rooms

Empty rooms
Empty rooms

I used to think that love was strong
Enough to survive distance
Never knew that looking away
Could slowly turn to absence

I catch your shadow in the glass
When the city's half asleep
And all the promises we made
Still wander through these streets

If I saw you one more time
I wouldn't ask you to come back
I'd just thank you for your patience
And everything I couldn't give

Now the house goes quiet
And I hear what I ignored
Every room still carries echoes
Of the words we left unsaid

You were trying to reach me
I was trying to outrun myself

Don't leave me in these empty rooms
Don't leave me in these empty rooms
I'm still calling out for you
Through these empty rooms

Empty rooms
Empty rooms

Yeah, I'm speaking into empty rooms
Learning how to live with it
And for the first time in a while
I finally understand