You think it happened this morning.
When I laid my key beside the door.
You think I packed that little suitcase
'cause I couldn't take one minute more.
But leaving didn't start with footsteps.
It started lying next to you.
On nights I turned my face toward the window, and you never asked what I was going through.
I stayed in this house
long after love felt gone.
Sometimes a heart leaves quietly,
long before the body goes.