I scroll through the pictures on my phone at 2 AM
Each pixel holds a moment of who we were back then
Your laughter like a melody I play inside my head
A silent film of memories that keep me in this bed
And every little detail comes rushing back to me
I trace the lines of laughter the way it used to be
I hear your voice a phantom ring
Just echoes in everything
A story whispered on the breeze
It brings me down upon my knees
The coffee shop still smells the same the table by the door
I catch myself still looking for you walking through the floor
They play our favorite song sometimes a bittersweet design
I listen for your harmony that used to intertwine
Maybe time can heal the ache maybe it sets you free
But some parts of our past are still a part of me
No matter where I wander no matter where I roam
Your spirit lingers softly always leading me back home
I hear your voice a phantom ring
Just echoes in everything
A story whispered on the breeze
It brings me down upon my knees
