I don’t know where to put the love | Fantasy Book Songs

#acotar [Verse 1] Your cup is still beside the sink. I haven’t moved it in a week. Your coat is hanging by the door like you’ll come back and look for it. Everybody says give it time, like time knows what it’s supposed to do. But nobody tells you what happens when the person leaves— and the love doesn’t leave with them too. [Pre-Chorus] I know where to put your photographs. I know where your clothes belong. But what am I supposed to do with everything that carries on? [Chorus] I don’t know where to put the love now that I can’t give it to you. It’s still waking up beside me, still reaching across the room. I’ve got all this love with nowhere to go, and God, there’s so damn much. You left— but the love didn’t. I don’t know where to put the love. [Verse 2] I still save things to tell you. That’s the part that gets me most. Something happens and for half a second I forget that you’re gone. I still turn toward your side at night. Still buy the coffee that you liked. My hands remember loving you even when my head remembers why they can’t. Maybe that’s what nobody tells you— losing someone isn’t one goodbye. It’s a thousand little moments when you lose them one more time. [Pre-Chorus] I could pack away your photographs. I could give your clothes away. But tell me what box is big enough for everything I couldn’t say. [Chorus] I don’t know where to put the love now that I can’t give it to you. It’s still waking up beside me, still reaching across the room. I’ve got all this love with nowhere to go, and God, there’s so damn much. You left— but the love didn’t. I don’t know where to put the love. [Bridge] Do I carry it forever? Does it get lighter eventually? Do I give pieces to somebody else and hope they don’t notice they once belonged to you? Because I can survive missing you. I know how to hurt. But I don’t know how to stop loving someone just because they’re not here anymore. [Final Chorus] I still don’t know where to put the love. Maybe I don’t have to. Maybe some of it stays beside me. Maybe some of it goes with you. Maybe love doesn’t need somewhere to go. Maybe loving you was enough. But tonight there’s still too much of it for one heart to hold alone. You left— but the love didn’t. So I’ll carry what I can. And when it gets too heavy— I’ll love you wherever you are. [Outro] Your cup is still beside the sink. Maybe tomorrow I’ll move it. Not tonight.