

Your coffee cup is cold on the kitchen counter
I left the letters untouched in the drawer
We painted walls we never got to live in
Now I don't know what we were fighting for (hmmm)
I see your coat behind the door
And I'm not ready to let it go
(no, I'm not ready)
Oh, why
did we write this page in pencil?
Just to rub out everything we knew
I am still holding on to the outline of you
(yeah, the outline of you)
I hear your footsteps in the empty hallway
But it's just the rain tapping on the glass
We traded futures for some bitter memories
Funny how fast a beautiful thing can pass
We built a home out of cards and promises
And we watched it fall
in the wind (how did we let it fall?)
I am still holding on... (humm)
To the outline of you