First thing to go
was the sound
of his voice ahhh
It echoes still
I'm sure but I
can't hear it
Was it gentle or cold
or maybe just noise I
heard what I wanted
until
I couldn't
And I'm
scared to lose
ahhh
what's left of
you
Time moves slow
I just talk to myself I
finish my own sentences
the way
you used to
Why do memories glow
the way real moments don't
ahhh
My altar is full
of all love's
delusions
And I
mmm
And I
mmm
And I'm
scared to lose
And I
What's left of you
I
should forget
but I
love what's left
The first thing to go
was the sound of his voice