Your voice cuts in and out Like an old radio I fill the gaps myself That's how I learned to cope You say you're almost home But traffic says you're not I listen for your keys I hear the fridge instead It's not silence It's soft static We're still talking Just not synced I can hear you But I miss you In between Your jacket on the chair Still smells like last week I hold it for a second Like it might answer me You text a heart emoji I stare at it too long Trying to decode If love fits in that shape Say it plain Say it slow Say it where I don't have to guess It's not silence It's soft static We're still talking Just not synced Come say it in the room Mm, uh Come say it in the room Your voice cuts in the room