A whisper in the static,
Your name still burns my lungs,
Like postcards never written,
Or songs I left unsung.
I sketched you in my daylight,
But the ink began to fade,
A smile carved in memory,
Now trapped inside the shade.
I reach for you through echoes,
But silence takes the call,
A love that feels like flying—
Right before the fall.
Even if I break in two,
I’ll still be shouting out for you,
Half a sunrise, half a scar,
You’re the brightest wound I’ve carried this far.
(da-da, da-da, ringing through the night,
like a secret anthem hiding in the light)
Your shadow paints the doorway,
But you never walk inside,
I’m laughing with the heartache,
A fragile place to hide.
I write you into verses,
But the rhymes don’t sound the same,
A heartbreak dressed in daylight,
Still whispers out your name.
Even if I break in two,
I’ll still be shouting out for you,
Half a sunrise, half a scar,
You’re the brightest wound I’ve carried this far.
If love is just a battlefield,
I’ll bleed in every song I build,
You were the spark, the missing key,
The hollowed-out part of me.
Even if I break in two,
I’ll still be shouting out for you,
Half a sunrise, half a scar,
You’re the brightest wound I’ve carried this far.
Half a sunrise…
Fading into dark.
