Sofya Riley - Frosted Hearth

We don't talk

anymore.

Just stare

at the ceiling.

Your side of the bed gone cold.

I memorized the cracks in the plaster.

We used to fill the silence.

Now the silence fills us.

Distance doesn't need a reason.

Just a room and a little season.

We loved like we had the time.

Now I can't remember

the rhyme.

I still make two cups of coffee.

Old habit, I guess.

You still leave the light on. (ahhhh)

Distance doesn't need a reason.

Just a room and a little season.

We loved like we had the time.

Now I can't remember

the rhyme.

We don't talk anymore. (ahhhh)

Just the ceiling.