We were the ones with the pink front door The reddest of roses and the cottagecore aesthetic life Stars shining through the skylight We turned every sunrise into our pictures Paintbox flowers and hayglow vistas And you kept them all They spilled over every wall And if I think about The years The ones that I skipped out What did you create without me In the gap in our story Does it have a face, does it have a name? Does it hide in your desk drawer Or hang by the front door Or is it only woodsmoke now? I do but I don’t wanna see What did you create without me? Without me I learned to make it rain, I’d control the weather Hold back the sun let you sleep forever In a colourscape I never thought would fade Now the pencils are blunt and the paint’s dried out And there’s some other family living in our house And the flowers you grew no longer fill the room And if I think about The years The ones that I skipped out What did you create without me In the gap in our story Does it have a face, does it have a name? Does it hide in your desk drawer Or hang by the front door Or is it only woodsmoke now? I do but I don’t wanna see What did you create without me? Did you keep it? Did you wrap it up in case someday you need it? Did you burn it Did you curse it While I yearned it? Oh... (Without me) What did you create without me In the gap in our story; Does it have a face, does it have a name? Does it hide in your desk drawer Or hang by the front door Or is it only woodsmoke now? What did you create without me? Did you sell it? Did you stow it in the attic like a relic? Did you blur it Did you preserve it Did I deserve it? Oh... Did you box it? Did you throw it off a bridge, pretend you lost it? Did you burn it Did you curse it While I yearned it? Oh... Without me