You Can't Split A Sunday

Your boxes by the front door My coat still next to yours We’re down to one last morning In a house that once was ours You ask about the table I say, “Go on, it’s fine” But sitting here without you Never crossed my mind Take the couch, take the keys Take whatever else you need We can cut this house in two But some things stay with me You can’t split a Sunday Your bare feet next to mine We can leave each other Without leaving that behind You find my faded T-shirt And fold it with your things I say, “I’ve been looking for that” You say, “It looks better on me” We laugh like nothing’s happened Like you’re not moving out Then you reach for another box And I help you carry it down Take the couch, take the keys Take whatever else you need We can cut this house in two But some things stay with me You can’t split a Sunday Your bare feet next to mine We can leave each other Without leaving that behind We let the little things pile up Till we couldn’t see across I’d still do those years again Even knowing what we lost Some of it still makes me smile Some of it still hurts I don’t have to hate you Just because it didn’t work Take the couch, take the keys Take whatever else you need We can cut this house in two But some things stay with me You can’t split a Sunday Your bare feet next to mine We can leave each other Without leaving that behind You can’t split a Sunday You keep your half I’ll keep mine