Yeah,
just me and this six-string,
thinking of you
Sydney to Yangon,
but you feel so close too
We were just kids in the
heat of July
Summer school blues under lavender sky
You laughed at my jokes,
I fumbled a line But your
smile said more than a thousand
signs We carved our names on
that old school bench Felt the
world stop in that garden trench
Then came August,
goodbye like a storm Left with
your scent on my hoodie still
warm From Yangon to Sydney,
the time zones wide
But I still hear your whisper
on the evening tide
You're a world away,
but you're still in my soul
You're my home,
even when I'm not home
I watch the screen light up
with your name A pixelated face,
but the love's still the same
Midnight talks with your voice in
my ear Laughing through tears like
you're still near Remember that rainy
walk past the art museum?
You said,
"Someday we paint love," could I
ever believe 'em?
Now you're chasing dreams by the
harbor's glow While I rhyme under
skies where the monsoons blow From
Yangon to Sydney,
the time zones wide
But I still hear your whisper
on the evening tide
You're a world away,
but you're still in my soul
You're my home,
even when I'm not home
We talk of flights,
of when not if
Of soft reunions and trembling lips
A ring someday,
a garden bench reprise
Where distance fades under shared sunrise
And when the silence stretches too
long
I strum this chord and recall
our song 'Cause
love ain't bound by miles or
sea
You're still that girl from line
three
From Yangon to Sydney,
we fight the tide
But in every rhyme,
you're still by my side
We're two hearts drawn on distant
maps
But stitched together in every rap
Still here,
always will be