Sinkside

[Verse 1]
Your coffee mug’s still in the sink
Your hoodie’s hanging on my chair
I keep reaching for you in the dark
And finding nothing but cold air

[Pre-Chorus]
You said “it’s not you”
But it feels like it’s all me
Now the songs we used to sing
Just sound like memories

[Chorus]
My girlfriend left me
And I’m still at the door
My girlfriend left me
I don’t know what for
My girlfriend left me
(you left me)
And the whole house knows
It’s your side of the bed
That hurts the most

[Verse 2]
Your name still lights up my phone
Even when the screen is black
I fold your shirt in the laundry room
Then I put it back
Your laugh is stuck in the hallway
Where the walls won’t let it go
I look for you in every corner
And I already know

[Pre-Chorus]
You said “it’s not you”
But it feels like it’s all me
Now the songs we used to sing
Just sound like memories

[Chorus]
My girlfriend left me
And I’m still at the door
My girlfriend left me
I don’t know what for
My girlfriend left me
(you left me)
And the whole house knows
It’s your side of the bed
That hurts the most

[Bridge]
If I turn the key
Will the past still be there?
If I say your name
Will it fill the air?
I hate how quiet
This place can be
When the only thing missing
Is you and me

[Final Chorus]
My girlfriend left me
And I’m still at the door
My girlfriend left me
I don’t know what for
My girlfriend left me
(you left me)
And the whole house knows
It’s your side of the bed
That hurts the most

Pop ballad with mid-tempo pulse and a restrained four-on-the-floor kick; verse stays close-mic with soft piano and muted guitar, pre-chorus opens into stacked harmonies and rising pad swells, chorus hits with fuller drums and a hooked repeated anchor. Vocal stays intimate and cracked in verses, doubled on the chorus phrase, with gentle ad-lib echoes and a delay throw on key words. Ear candy includes a reversed swell into the chorus, a small cymbal lift, and a final empty-room reverb tail. Mix is warm, clean, and heartbreak-close.