I left your note on my desk
Under a postcard moon
The kettle cooled by the sink
And I still waited for you
Your sweater on my chair
Still holds your winter day
I fold the sleeve, then I fall
Right back into the gray
If you call, I might answer
If you don’t, I’ll still stay
With the hum of the window
And the words we didn’t say
Hold me in the quiet
Hold me like before
I’m still your paper moon
Taped to my bedroom door
Hold me in the quiet
Hold me, then let go
I shine a little less
But you already know
I washed the cup you used
Three times, just to be sure
The steam rose like a ghost
Then it vanished through the door
My phone face down again
Your name in fading blue
I keep the night on repeat
Like it might bring back you
If you call, I might answer
If you don’t, I’ll still stay
With the hum of the window
And the words we didn’t say
Hold me in the quiet
Hold me like before
I’m still your paper moon
Taped to my bedroom door
Hold me in the quiet
Hold me, then let go
I shine a little less
But you already know
Maybe love is a bruise
That keeps its shape in the rain
Maybe I’m just the room
Where your echo remains
Hold me in the quiet
Hold me like before
I’m still your paper moon
Taped to my bedroom door
Hold me in the quiet
Hold me, then let go
I shine a little less
But you already know
