End of the Bed

Verse 1

The floorboards are quiet, the hallway is long

I keep listening for sounds where I know they don't belong

Anymore. Just a ghost of a beat

Of your little paws padding a steady retreat.

I make up the bed and I smooth out the sheets

And I leave a warm hollow there, down by my feet.

It's a habit I can’t seem to break, you see

Where you used to belong more than anyone, even me.

Chorus

And oh, Milo, you were the anchor I found

In the silence that screamed when no one else was around.

You were stubborn and curious, gentle and true

And this house was just wood and some paint before you.

You taught me the language of a head on the knee

A quiet companion was all I needed to be.

You made my whole world a little bit softer

You made this place home.

Verse 2

I remember you perched on the back of the couch

A proud, independent king who would never quite slouch.

You’d act like you didn’t need anyone’s hand

The most faraway creature in all of the land.

But a shadow of gray fur would follow me still

From the doorway to the kitchen to the bedroom windowsill.

You were never that far, you were always in view

Now I turn around sometimes and still look for you.

Chorus

And oh, Milo, you were the anchor I found

In the silence that screamed when no one else was around.

You were stubborn and curious, gentle and true

And this house was just wood and some paint before you.

You taught me the language of a head on the knee

A quiet companion was all I needed to be.

You made my whole world a little bit softer

You made this place home.

Bridge

And if I could get one more quiet evening, you know

I’d just sit on the floor and I’d talk to you low.

I would thank you for staying, for pulling me through

And for making my life softer than you ever knew.

I would tell you a hundred times you were loved, you were safe

That your memory is etched in the lines of this place.

For everything that you were, for everything that you are

A steady, small flicker, my truest north star.

I just hope you could feel it. I hope that you know.

It was such a good life, and so hard to let go.

Final Chorus

And oh, Milo, you are the peace that I’ve found

In the silence that breathes now, a much gentler sound.

You were stubborn and curious, gentle and true

And this house is still yours, through and through.

You taught me the language of a head on the knee

And that quiet companion is now part of me.

You made my whole world a little bit softer

And you make this place home.

Yes, you'll always be home.

You’re remembered. You made this my home.