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Missing Love Story - Ricky Alone
We were late night plans and cheap red wine
You fed on my chest losing track of time
I wish you were my screen time but miss now you
History
And disappeared
You left your sweater on my chair
Folded it twice like you still cared
I walk past it everyday act like it's fine
But it pulls me away
Replay the stuck inside my car
Every chorus hits too hard
I change the station change my mind
But you still playing in the back of my life
You're the missing from my story
All the pages torn out
All the half-spun glory
I still reach for you at night
Like you're hiding in the dark on my side
Every line I write turns into your name
Every happy ending feels cheap
Feels fake as the hardest heart of all this lonely
There's no way you don't miss me in your story
Your keys still hanging by the door
I swear I'll take it down then I stall once more
Friends say I should get some air
But your ghost waits in every empty chair
Those pictures face down in the drawer
I try to forget and I'm staring more
I clean the counter clean my phone
Can't wipe away the way you left me alone
You're the missing from my story
All the pages torn out
All the half-spun glory
I still reach for you at night
Like you're hiding in the dark on my side
Every line I write turns into your name
Every happy ending feels cheap
Feels fake as the hardest heart of all this lonely
There's no way you don't miss me in your story
Did you find a softer cliff to land
Someone to hold your shaking hands
Do they get the jokes you never had to say
Do they get the you I knew in the worst way
I keep you writing inside my head
Change the words you said
The day you left but every version ends the same
You walking out and me calling your name
You're the missing from my story
All the pages bind up
All the gunshot glory
I still reach for you at night
Like you're hiding in the dark on my side
Every line I write bleeds into your name
Every quiet morning still feels the same
Yeah it's the coolest heart of all this story
Is where I leave my footnote in your glory
So I tear out our chapter
One day at a time
Let the ink run dry on what we left behind
Close the book but keep the memory
Of the girl who went and wrote me out of her story
