A quiet room after love has left its mark. This song drifts through the empty spaces of a shared life that’s been divided, where everyday objects still carry memory and weight. It moves slowly, letting silence speak as loudly as sound, capturing the strange mix of strength and fragility that follows goodbye. There’s resignation here, but also dignity — a calm, smoky reflection on what remains when someone takes their things, but leaves the feeling behind.

Ein stiller Raum, nachdem die Liebe gegangen ist. Dieser Song bewegt sich durch die Lücken eines geteilten Lebens, in dem Möbel, Gerüche und Gewohnheiten noch immer nachhallen. Alles ist reduziert, ruhig, fast erstarrt, und doch voller Gefühl. Zwischen Resignation und innerer Stärke erzählt er von dem Teil, der bleibt, wenn jemand geht – von Verlust, der leise ist, aber lange nachklingt.

Half of Everything

The couch still leans where you used to sit
The floorboard creaks — but I won’t fix it
I water the plant you left by the door
It’s doing better than me, that’s for sure

The wind through the keyhole hums like before
Like it’s waiting for footsteps that don’t come no more
I said I’m fine, and maybe I will be
But the silence at night still remembers you gently

You took your clothes, your books, your rings
But you left me half of everything
The songs we played, the notes we wrote
The smell of rain on your old coat
You’re gone, but not clean
You left me half of everything

The mirror don’t lie, but it doesn’t help
I see me alone, trying to be someone else
I pour two drinks out of old routine
Then pour one back, like it means something

I’m not trying to beg, not chasing your name
But I still reach out when I dream just the same
They say love fades, or it changes form
But this one just hurts, and comes back in storms

You took your clothes, your books, your rings
But you left me half of everything
The way you laughed, the way you cried
The way we broke without goodbye
You’re gone, but not clean
You left me half of everything

And I live in the part that you didn’t take
Trying to stand in a house that still shakes
If love was whole, then this must be grief
You were the chapter, I’m stuck in the leaf


Half of Everything

BRO