The Bubble You Left Behind

Your voice still rings in the hollow of the night,

A bubble in my chest that never pops right.

Every step I take, the bass hits hard,

Feels like I’m walking through the pieces of your heart.

You left a space I can’t define,

A shadow floating in my mind.

Even when I try to break the line,

You rise again, the bubble you left behind.

The bubble you left behind—

It shakes when the 808s grind.

It rises, falls, then pulls me back,

A memory caught in a heavy bass track.

Yeah, the bubble you left behind.

Your echo moves with the kick and the snare,

Like you’re breathing through the cold night air.

I try drowning your name in the low-end sound,

But every drop pulls me further down.

You left a space I can’t define,

A shadow floating in my mind.

Even when I try to break the line,

You rise again, the bubble you left behind.

The bubble you left behind—

It shakes when the 808s grind.

It rises, falls, then pulls me back,

A memory caught in a heavy bass track.

Yeah, the bubble you left behind.

Maybe I’m trapped in the weight of the beat,

Maybe your ghost is stuck on repeat.

Every vibration reminds me you stayed,

In every bass drop my heartbeat fades.

The bubble you left behind—

It shakes when the 808s grind.

It rises, falls, then pulls me back,

A memory caught in a heavy bass track.

Yeah, the bubble you left behind.