I don't text your mum anymore Left her on read Christmas last year Feels like I'm closing a door Sometimes I still walk through your house Use the map in my mind It's burned on my brain I scuff my shoes on your floor I just check on your dogs And I fill up their bowls And stock up the pantry with things you might need But I never go into your room I never look for you You had an interesting name I might find it hard to place in a while I think that feels quite okay The kind of name that just never comes up Nobodys cousin, mid conversation I guess it's just my luck And it's quite good luck I think I'd be fine To not have you mentioned for the rest of my life I admit that this feeling's quite new I have stopped looking for you