the voicemail you never deleted

(mmm-hmmm) I still have that message from July

Your voice is static,

dry and sweet

Saying you were running late

And that you missed the quiet on our street

And I know I should let it go

But it's the only ghost I keep

Now you live inside a fifteen-second tape

A little piece of us that time could not erase

I play it when the house gets cold To hear the only

promise that you ever broke (oh-oh-oh)

I press three to save it once again

Like keeping water in my hands

Your laugh is locked inside my phone

A country where we still had plans

Now you live inside a fifteen-second tape

A little piece of us that time could not erase

I play it when the house gets cold To hear the only

promise that you ever broke

Running late

And I miss you too (shhh)