You might‘ve asked me how I’ve been
But you always knew how to tell.
The silence is thick, the shadows long,
But what did I expect?
I hear the songs
Your ghost still sings,
You‘re exactly where you need to be.
But could you come back and haunt me?
I might‘ve told you how I’ve been
But I refuse to drag you back down.
I‘ll learn to live in your absence
Without your arms holding me up.
I forgot how to cry
By reading the manual left on your bedside.
Late at night I dig through the drawers
But why can’t I find where you hid your tears?
My tounge went numb
So you can’t ask me anything,
But I still curl up on your bed when I can’t sleep.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
You might‘ve asked me how I’ve been
But you always knew how to tell.
The silence is thick, the shadows long,
But what did I expect?
I hear the songs
Your ghost still sings,
You‘re exactly where you need to be.
But could you come back and haunt me?
I might‘ve told you how I’ve been
But I refuse to drag you back down.
I‘ll learn to live in your absence
Without your arms holding me up.
I forgot how to cry
By reading the manual left on your bedside.
Late at night I dig through the drawers
But why can’t I find where you hid your tears?
My tounge went numb
So you can’t ask me anything,
But I still curl up on your bed when I can’t sleep.
