He slowly put the house in order. Over the pale rectangle on the wall, he hung an old family photograph. His loved ones were there, and so was he, before everything. He glued together the vase whose pieces he had once gathered from the floor. The crack remained visible, but the vase could hold a branch again. Later, a dog came into the house. It met him at the door and rested its head on his knee when he lingered at the table.

That day, he opened his address book and picked up a pen. He spent a long time turning the pages. Some numbers no longer existed; the people behind others were no longer alive. There were also people he had stopped calling himself, having grown too good at managing without asking for anything. A blank line waited on the last page. He held the pen above it and could think of no name to write.

The dog lifted its head and looked at him. He laid a hand on it. The dog was here, and he did not have to persuade it to stay. Then he looked back at the empty line. The house no longer seemed abandoned; he simply could not think of a single name he could say to a person at the other end of the phone.

Author’s lyrics from the final package. Audio comparison follows upload.

Intro It worked...

Too well.

Verse 1 The nurse asked who she should call. I watched the blank line wait. I had women who would answer, Not one I could ask to stay.

I had names from every season, Every city, every year. I could fill that line with numbers, But not one name I wanted there.

Pre-Chorus 1 I learned how to make them want me. I forgot how to want them back. Every time a heart came closer, I was already halfway packed.

Chorus 1 I had every woman I could leave, Not one I could come home to. I knew how to make them need me, Never let myself need them too.

I built a life no one could enter, Safe from loss, too cold to touch. By the time I wanted love again, There was no one left to love.

Verse 2 I kept choosing who I wouldn’t miss, Then blamed them when I felt alone. Picked the ones who’d never reach me, Then complained I had no home.

Pre-Chorus 2 I called suspicion wisdom, Called my distance self-respect. Every promise sounded purchased. Every kindness hid a debt.

Chorus 2 I knew exactly how to leave, Never knew who I would stay for. I kept every window guarded, Never opened one more door.

I built a life no one could ruin, And no one could live inside. By the time I wanted love again, There was no one by my side.

There was no one left to love.

Bridge Maybe there was no one worthy. Maybe that was just the lie. Maybe every time love found me, I was halfway to goodbye.

I kept waiting for a woman Strong enough to break the wall. But I’d built it with no doorway. I never let them in at all.

Final Chorus I had every woman I could leave, Not one I could come home to. I knew how to make them need me, Never let myself need them too.

I built a life no one could ruin, And no one could live inside. By the time I wanted love again, There was no one left to love.

Final Tag No one left to love...

I made sure of that.

In plain words

He knows how to make people want him and leave before a relationship becomes close. But when the nurse asks whom she should call in a difficult moment, he has no answer. Over time, he has lost family, cut off other ties and never found a woman with whom he could trust again. The dog stays; the house holds memory and life. ‘I made sure of that’ is his admission: not every loss was under his control, but he himself kept some people from staying.

A House With No Door

No One Left To Love

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