[Verse 1] Your coat still hangs by the door Like you might come back for more One cup cold by the sink I don’t even want to think
Your key ring in the bowl Makes a little silver hole In the life we used to keep Now the house just listens deep
[Pre-Chorus] I try to leave the room But the floor knows your name Every step I take Takes me back the same
[Chorus] I’m still here You’re still gone I keep breathing To hold on If I call out Will you hear? I’m still here You’re still gone
[Verse 2] I folded up your shirt Then I wore it just to hurt Your old song in my chest Playing less and less and less
I saw your boots by the wall Didn’t move them after all I let the dust collect Like I let go, I guess
[Pre-Chorus] I try to sleep it through But the dark won’t stay kind It keeps laying your face Right across my mind
[Chorus] I’m still here You’re still gone I keep breathing To hold on If I call out Will you hear? I’m still here You’re still gone
[Bridge] Maybe love was just a door We both stood at Maybe I was reaching for Something we could never have
Now the hinges sing alone When the wind gets rough I keep turning toward the sound Like it might be enough
[Final Chorus] I’m still here You’re still gone I keep breathing To hold on If I call out Will you hear? I’m still here You’re still gone
I’m still here I’m still here
A zene stílusa
Acoustic ballad with sparse fingerpicked nylon or steel-string guitar only, slow 6/8 sway and plenty of air; verse stays bare and intimate, pre-chorus lifts with a slight dynamic swell, chorus opens into a cracked, aching confession before falling back to near-whispered edges. Male vocals in a mid-range natural delivery, slightly cracked and strained, double-tracked softly in the chorus with a few late phrase echoes. Tiny chair creaks and string squeaks sit close in the mix; final refrain lets the last chord ring wide and raw, intimate close-mic and unpolished., raw, ballad, acoustic, male vocals, natural, sad