(Copyright Kristen Grainger 2025)

There’s a crack in the mirror that hangs in the hall
When the door slammed behind you it fell off the wall
Now my reflection looks nothing at all
like it used to

I’m always awake between midnight and three
When all my mistakes get replayed in 3D
Set to the soundtrack of you versus me
like we used to

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Wheels on a suitcase, wheels on a runway
A house that’s gone quiet as a church on a Monday
It’s the clock in the kitchen tick-tocking my life away too
It’s the sound of losing you

The bells of your laughter, the bliss of your sighs
The width of your shoulders, the depth in your eyes
Your big tender heart you bestowed like a prize
and I dropped it

Chorus

Echoes of happiness fade like the sound
of a train in the distance that’s outta here bound
Along with the hope that what’s lost may be found
If you want it, but you don’t want it

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