Your footsteps on the stairs
If I listen hard enough, you are still there
You think I'd know better by now
But I still drink until you're next to me again, baby
Yea, yea, yea
I still think that in the morning I might wake up next to you
Empty bed
Empty space
It's in my head
Your smell
Your taste
Your memory
Is all that's left to fill this empty
Fill this empty bed
Empty bed
Fill this empty
And your pictures on my phone
Help me to pretend that I'm not alone
You think I'd know better by now
But I still drink until you're next to me again, baby
Yea, yea, yea
I still think that in the morning I might wake up next to you
Empty bed
Empty space
It's in my head
Your smell
Your taste
Your memory
Is all that's left to fill this empty
Fill this empty bed
Empty bed
But I still drink until you're next to me again, baby
I still think that in the morning I might wake up next to you
Empty bed
Empty space
It's in my head
Your smell
Your taste
Your memory
Is all that's left to fill this empty
Fill this empty bed
Empty bed
Fill this empty bed
Empty
Fill this empty bed
Empty
Fill this empty