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