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Not Saying Goodbye – Black River Whiskey (Official Music)

Not Saying Goodbye Stream "Not Saying Goodbye" now: 🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6PQPS... 🎧 Apple Music:   / black-river-whiskey   🎧 Website: https://blackriverwhiskey.com — ABOUT THE SONG — "Not Saying Goodbye" is a song about the heavy performance of acting fine. It explores the reality of going through the motions washing sheets, sweeping floors, drinking coffee while refusing to actually let go. It's about sitting in the favorite chair and realizing that "healing" isn't what you want; you just want the life you had. We wrote this for anyone who is carrying their grief quietly while everyone else thinks they are "doing better." — CONNECT WITH US — • Instagram:   / blackriverwhiskeyofficial   • Facebook:   / blackriverwhiskeyofficial   • TikTok:   / blackriverwhiskey   — SONG CREDITS — Written and produced by Black River Whiskey © 2026 Black River Whiskey ℗ 2026 Dead River Records — LYRICS — They tell me I look better. Like "better" is something I’m supposed to want. I washed the sheets, I swept the floor, I don’t look for you behind the door. I bought a shirt that you’ve never seen, I’m acting like my hands are clean. I drink my coffee, I read the news, I’m playing the part I didn’t choose. I keep your side of the bed untouched, Like space alone can hold you up. They say “keep busy.” They say “stay on track.” But they don’t sit where you sat. I’m still sitting in your favorite chair, Breathing slow like you’re still there. You can keep the world, keep what’s new, This room still feels like you. They call it healing, I call it slow, Watching what I can’t let go. I’m still here — and I won’t lie, I don’t know how to say goodbye. The neighbors wave, they think I’m fine, They don't see the wreckage I leave behind. I nod and say I’m gettin’ through, Like sayin’ it might make it true. Your picture’s still there on the wall, I don’t move it — not at all. They talk about the months gone by, Like time’s a thing you can apply. They say I’ll heal. They say I’ll cope. They don’t live inside this hope. I’m still sitting in your favorite chair, Breathing slow like you’re still there. You can keep the world, keep what’s new, This room still feels like you. They call it healing, I call it slow, Watching what I can’t let go. I’m still here — and I won’t lie, I don’t know how to say goodbye. I don’t want a better day. I just want the one we had. I’m still sitting where you would be, Talking low like you hear me. If love’s a room we never leave, I’ll stay right here and let it be. They call it living, moving on, Like fifty years can be undone. I’m still here — I won’t deny, I’m not ready for goodbye. Better ain’t the word for this. #BlackRiverWhiskey #DarkCountry #RealCountry #Storytelling #Americana #SouthernGothic #OutlawCountry