Dead-End Street

[Verse 1]
The coffee maker's humming for a cup I'll never pour
I still see the ghost of you standing by the kitchen door
I changed the sheets on your side of the bed
Trying to kill the echo of the words we never said

[Chorus]
And this ballad of a broken heart is playing on repeat
Just an empty space beside me on a dead-end street

[Verse 2]
I took a drive past our old bar to feel the ache again
Flipped through every station trying to wash you out like rain
But every singer with a cheap guitar
Is just reminding me how far apart we are

[Bridge]
Does a fracture in the soul ever really mend?
Or is this just a story playing to the bitter end?

[Outro]
Yeah, playing to the bitter end.