The story
Time moves; the empty room does not.
Six months on, the kitchen is clean, the furniture is rearranged, and a plant barely survives by the window, but the couch still faces the place where someone used to sit. A date at an overpriced bar feels like cheating on a ghost, and every good day gets counted against the bad as the calendar keeps moving and the heart stays half behind.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Six months later and the kitchen's finally clean No more dishes for two, no more in-between I bought a plant, they say it helps you heal It's barely alive but at least it's something real I rearranged the furniture to kill the déjà vu But the couch still faces where you used to sit, and I face it too
Pre-Chorus
They said time would fix it, time would make it right Well it's been a hundred eighty days and nights
Chorus
Six months later, am I better yet Six months later, should I be over it Cause some days I'm golden and some days I'm glass Six months later and I'm still doin' the math On how long it takes to stop feelin' half Six months later, the calendar moves on But my heart's still stuck on the day you were gone Six months later
Verse 2
I went on a date last Friday, felt like cheatin' on a ghost He was nice enough but he wasn't even close To the way you'd look at me like I invented stars Now I'm makin' small talk at overpriced bars My friends throw confetti every time I fake a smile Six months feels like forever and a little while
Chorus
Six months later, am I better yet Six months later, should I be over it Cause some days I'm golden and some days I'm glass Six months later and I'm still doin' the math On how long it takes to stop feelin' half Six months later, the calendar moves on But my heart's still stuck on the day you were gone Six months later
Verse 3
I keep a tally in my head of good days versus bad This week the good ones won but just barely by a half And maybe that's what healing really looks like up close Not a finish line but just a little more than most
Bridge
Six months from now I'll probably laugh at this Six months from now your name won't sting like this But tonight I'm standin' in the hallway of halfway Six months later, I'm six months closer to okay
The sound
Contemplative modern country, 86 BPM, gentle fingerpicked guitar, soft electric guitar with clean tone and reverb, understated piano, quiet bass, minimal drums - mostly rim clicks and gentle kicks. The sound of sitting alone in a newly rearranged apartment. Tender and real, no pretense.