I keep hearing your voice
I look around and don't see you
but then I remember
we're over, our story ended
we're both picking up the pieces of our fallout
I don't know who's more shattered
we have to glue the pieces
they won't be the same after
we'll still ache for our presence
still, feel the phantom touch we left on our bodies
still, hear our voices in crowds
but it'll be a trick of our mind
we will go home and ache
be in agony for days
then act as if nothing happened