[JESSE]
There's an empty chair
There's an empty bed
There's walking past his empty room
There's the last words he said
There's a note you find
In an open drawer
There's touching what he left behind
There's the last shirt he wore

There's over and over, the "what-ifs" and "should-haves"
There's "you didn't help him, but maybe you could have"
There's tapes you keep playing inside of your mind
And there's clues that you've found, and you still missed the signs

But there is no repair
No, there is no relief

There's a greeting cards and condolences
There's a friends you had who aren't there
There's getting up to go to work
There's a mask that you wear
There is wondering if you were too hard on him
There is wondering if you were too soft
There's knowing that you'll never know
But knowing the cost
There's over and over, the nights without sleeping
There's weight loss and hair loss, self-numbing and drinking

But there is no repair
No, there is no relief

There is no roadmap, no guidebook that helps you
There is no shortcut, no magic to fix it
There's no glue for your broken heart
And there's no elixir for your pain
There's no solace, no logic
No answers from God above

There is no end to your grief
Because there's no end to your love