What's Left of Me

the house is quiet now
the way it always is
i pour another coffee
that i'll probably never finish
the coat still on the hook
the shoes still by the door
i keep them there on purpose
don't ask me what for

i tell myself i'm fine
i tell myself it's over
i tell myself the weight
gets lighter getting older

what's left of me
is still standing here
what's left of me
is still holding on
i'm not broken
just a little bent
what's left of me
keeps moving on

i drove past where we used to go
on sundays after rain
the parking lot was empty
everything looked just the same
funny how a place can hold
the ghost of what you were
i sat there for a moment
then i drove on like before

i tell myself i'm fine
i tell myself it's over
i tell myself the weight
gets lighter getting older

what's left of me
is still standing here
what's left of me
is still holding on
i'm not broken
just a little bent
what's left of me
keeps moving on

maybe this is just what living feels like
after everything burns down
maybe standing in the ashes
is the same as solid ground

what's left of me
is still standing here
what's left of me
is still holding on
i'm not broken
just a little bent
what's left of me
keeps moving on

still here…
still here…