

{intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar} {warm analog tape hiss} (mmmmm)
I packed your pictures in a box upstairs,
Told myself I didn’t need ‘em there.
Deleted every message from my phone,
But somehow I still don’t feel alone.
Every road I drive,
every song I hear,
Brings your memory right back here.
My mind says, “Leave.”
My soul says, “Run.” But my heart still thinks
you’re the only one.
{subtle bass guitar entry} {soft brushed snare swell}
I’m trying to let go,
but these hands still reach,
Trying to forget what love still keeps.
I can say your name without a sound,
But inside, you’re still hanging around.
I’ve burned every bridge that leads to yesterday,
Still somehow you find your way.
I can fake a smile,
I can say I’m fine… But you can’t teach my heart goodbye.
Everybody says that time will heal,
But they don’t know how forever feels.
They don’t see the war inside my chest,
Where missing you never gets to rest.
I keep hoping one more sunrise might
Finally turn your memory into light.
Maybe love ain’t something you erase,
Maybe it just learns another place.
Maybe letting go don’t mean you’re gone… Maybe it just means I
carry on. {building dynamic instrumentation} I’m trying to let go,
but these tears don’t lie,
Every “moving on” still asks me why.
You were the home my heart once knew,
Now every road still leads to you.
If love was easy,
I’d already be free,
But forever still has a hold on me.
I’ll keep breathing, one day at a time… Until my heart learns
goodbye. I
let go of your hand…
I just haven’t let go of you.
{guitar fades
out}
{quiet breath}