(Verse 1)
Midnight buzz — the phone makes a small, sharp sound
Ding at 3AM — cold sheets, colder ground
Held your jacket like proof that you’d stay
Cigarette breath on the pillow where I lay
You promised stay, swear you’d never roam
I found strangers' laughter in the place we call home
(Pre-Chorus)
I counted cracks in every quiet night
Made excuses, covered up the light
My trust kept lending, you kept taking more
Now the silence is loud and I can’t ignore
(Chorus — Wounded)
Left in my bed
Left in my bed (left in my bed)
You’re a ghost in my head
Left in my bed (left in my bed)
(whisper: Patti... Debra...)
(Verse 2)
Three AM — your name on the screen, Patti again
Thumb slides to Debra like a secret sin
Found the thread, the receipts that tell the truth
The humiliation burns — I’m still the proof
Short breath, tight chest, I replay every line
Your alibis thinner than the glass of wine
(Pre-Chorus - Turn)
I bent, I blamed the mirror, blamed the past
Made your lies fit me, made the minutes last
But the pattern’s on your phone in cold, blue light
The lies aren’t whispers — they’re wrong and they’re white
(Chorus — Wounded)
Left in my bed
Left in my bed (left in my bed)
You’re a ghost in my head
Left in my bed (left in my bed)
(soft ad-lib: “Patti” — breathy)
(Bridge)
Packed your jacket — pockets full of midnight lies
Lit the messages like matches — watched small flames rise
Pressed your face to the glass until it fogged with shame
Left the dinging, left the smoke, left your name
I slammed the door to stop the echo of your tone
Walked into a dawn that felt for the first time like home
(Pre-Chorus - Quiet)
I’m raw, I’m real, the pieces bruise and sting
But every broken quiet begins a different ring
(Chorus — Building)
Left in my bed
Left in my bed (left in my bed)
You’re a ghost in my head
Left in my bed (left in my bed)
(whispered: Debra... Patti...)
(Chorus — Final / Empowered)
Left in my bed — I’m leaving you there
Left in my bed — I’m breathing new air
Left in my bed — your ghost can stay dead
Left in my bed — I’m walking ahead
(Ad-libs / Harmonies)
(you’re gone) — (left in my bed) — (I’m done) — (I rise)
(Outro)
Shattered, yes — but not stayed, not subdued
I choose morning over your attitude
Footprints fade where new paths begin to spread
I’m walking out — you’re just left in my bed.
