Marks You Didn t Wipe Off

You left a square on the wall where the picture used to be
Now the paint got two shades talking back to me
There is a spoon in the bathroom, no clue why it lives there
And your old grey jacket still leans on the chair

I am not dramatic, I just notice stuff
Like the cabinet hinge that never closed enough
Like the glass with the chip by the sink, back right
Like your laugh in the hallway on a bad sleep night

You were never flowers, never candles, never scene
More like fingerprints where the counters should be clean
More like one sock missing, more like keys gone strange
More like quiet little damage that refuses to change

Marks you did not wipe off
Still here, still cool
Nothing cinematic
Just the evidence pool

Marks you did not wipe off
On wood, on glass, on me
Not a grand confession
Just residue, casually

There is a dent in the door from the time you threw your bag
Missed the hook, said damn, then you laughed and let it drag
Your handwriting survived on a receipt by the stove
Half a list, half a threat, half a place that never closed

I talk slick on the beat like I do not care much
But I know each tiny wreck by the shape of its touch
That stain by the window, that scratch on the floor
That one bent blind that never sat straight anymore

People want big words, thunder, sparks in the sky
I got proof in cheap objects that do not know how to lie
You were not a movie, you were weight in the room
Now the room keeps score in a low-budget bloom

No speech...
Just signs...

Marks you did not wipe off
Still here, still cool
Nothing cinematic
Just the evidence pool

Marks you did not wipe off
On wood, on glass, on me
Not a grand confession
Just residue, casually

(Yeah) cup ring
(Yeah) cracked frame
Small mess
Big name

(Still) in the hall
(Still) in the grain
You moved out
You remained

Marks you did not wipe off
Still here, still cool
Nothing cinematic
Just the evidence pool

Marks you did not wipe off
On wood, on glass, on me
Not a grand confession
Just residue, casually