It’s 2 a.m.
and the coffee’s going cold

Boots by the back door, keys on the chair,
your jacket still hanging like you might need it there
Kitchen light buzzing, sink half full,
one black coffee and a room gone dull

I been sitting here with this old guitar,
not playing much, just holding hard
Clock on the stove says twenty past two,
and everything in this house sounds like you

Your glass still sits by the edge of the counter,
lipstick mark faded, but I still found it
I told myself I’d sleep, told myself don’t call,
but the truth gets loud when the night gets small

One breath, chair creak
floorboard speak
I ain’t drunk, I ain’t trying to make this grand,
I just don’t know what to do with my hands

Coffee going cold, but I’m still awake
Same four walls, same old mistakes
I can talk real tough in a crowded room
Coffee going cold, and I’m missing you

Coffee going cold, and the house don’t lie
It keeps every little goodbye inside
You left hours ago, but the night came through
Coffee going cold, and I’m missing you

Back porch screen keeps tapping the frame,
dog barking somewhere down the lane
Fridge hum low and the highway far,
whole town sleeping while I count scars

You used to stand right there by the stove,
bare feet, tired eyes, telling me “don’t go”
I went anyway like I always do,
now I’m home too late with nothing but truth

There’s a plate in the rack from an earlier meal,
half of me numb, half trying to feel
I can write a line, I can sing it rough,
but none of that cool feels like enough

Long pause, head down
no sound
Just this cheap mug warming my palm,
and the part of me that knows I was wrong

Coffee going cold, but I’m still awake
Same four walls, same old mistakes
I can talk real tough in a crowded room
Coffee going cold, and I’m missing you

Coffee going cold, and the house don’t lie
It keeps every little goodbye inside
You left hours ago, but the night came through
Coffee going cold, and I’m missing you

No engine running
no barroom haze
No one to blame this on
and no place to escape

Just me
this chair
that jacket by the door
And the hard part ain’t you leaving
it’s what you left me for

Coffee going cold, but I’m still awake
Same four walls, same old mistakes
I can talk real tough in a crowded room
Coffee going cold, and I’m missing you

Coffee going cold, and the house don’t lie
It keeps every little goodbye inside
First time all night I can say it true
Coffee going cold, and I’m missing you

It’s 2 a.m.
and the coffee’s going cold
and I’m still here