Late check-out, curtains half-drawn
Room service on the nightstand
Lipstick on a coffee cup
Your sweater on the chair, still warm
Taxi text you never sent
Drafted then you hit backspace
Every word a little stone
Sitting heavy in the glass you taste
You in my velvet rearview
Soft and a little out of focus
Every mile makes it clearer
What I never had the nerve to notice
We were almost, almost right
In the wrong year, wrong sky
You in my velvet rearview
Still looking straight into my life
Playlist stuck on that one track
You replaying what you didn’t say
Scrolling through the photographs
Cropping out your own face
You laugh at something days ago
Hear it echo in an empty room
Holding on to tiny threads
Like they’re gonna pull you back to June
You in my velvet rearview
Soft and a little out of focus
Every mile makes it clearer
What I never had the nerve to notice
We were almost, almost right
In the wrong year, wrong sky
You in my velvet rearview
Still looking straight into my life
Maybe we were practice hearts (practice hearts)
Teaching each other how to lose
If loving you was learning scars
I’d trace them all again, I swear I would (yeah)
You in my velvet rearview
Soft and a little out of focus
Every mile makes it clearer
What I never had the nerve to notice
We were almost, almost right
In the wrong year, wrong sky
You in my velvet rearview
Still looking straight into my life
