Empty Room Echo

[ Lyrics ]

Your absence has the loudest sound.

Your side of the bed still holds the shape,
dust on the frame, silence where your laugh used to race.
I left your hoodie in the closet, hanging low,
like a ghost I keep feeding, letting it grow.
Sunset hits the window like it did before,
but now it paints the emptiness, not us on the floor.
I play the quiet like a song on repeat,
feet on cold hardwood, heartbeat beneath.

The fridge still hums our old playlist,
I don’t touch it — I miss it less.
But the walls remember every word we said,
now they just echo back what’s dead.

Your absence has the loudest sound,
filling every corner, shaking the ground.
I speak and it floats, no one to catch it,
love turned to vapor, can’t reattach it.
Your absence — your absence —
 Your absence has the loudest sound.

Found your toothbrush in the back of the drawer,
held it like a relic, didn’t know what for.
Smelled like mint, like mornings, like your breath,
now it’s sterile, empty, part of my death.
I walk through rooms just to hear my own name,
no one says it softly — it dies just the same.
The couch remembers how you’d pull me in,
now I curl into the dent like it’s still a friend.

The shower still sings your favorite line,
but the water’s colder now — no shared design.
I don’t cry here — I just listen,
to how much love becomes a missing presence.

Your absence has the loudest sound,
filling every corner, shaking the ground.
I speak and it floats, no one to catch it,
love turned to vapor, can’t reattach it.
Your absence — your absence —
 Your absence has the loudest sound.

I thought I’d pack it all — your books, your coat,
but grief isn’t carried — it’s what you can’t move.
This house isn’t empty — it’s full of what’s gone,
and I’m just the keeper of a vanishing song.

Your absence has the loudest sound,
I don’t fight it — I let it surround.
I speak anyway — I laugh anyway,
because healing isn’t silence — it’s learning to stay.
Your absence — your absence —
 Your absence has the loudest sound.

…loudest sound.