The passenger seat feels empty
When I turn and don't see you
When I lay my hand on the armrest
Instead of resting it on your thigh
Doing nothing never felt this empty
When I was doing nothing with you
The sunset hasn't changed
The colors are just as bright
But that burning sky was always prettier
Reflected in your eyes
It's a small thing
But all the small things meant everything to me
When the sun is gone
The other stars get their chance to shine
But when I lay down to take it all in
I can't help but feel what's missing
On the ground next to me
Where you used to be
Your ghost has followed me
In places where we loved
The afterglow of the brightest part of my life
Was once all I could see
But now the overwhelming glow
Is just a few embers in the wind
I already lost you once
But now I'm losing you again
In places where we loved
Now even your ghost is fading
I thought memories would last forever..
With them I could live without you
But I'd rather die than forget.. then forget forgetting
Let me
die with my
memor-
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
The passenger seat feels empty
When I turn and don't see you
When I lay my hand on the armrest
Instead of resting it on your thigh
Doing nothing never felt this empty
When I was doing nothing with you
The sunset hasn't changed
The colors are just as bright
But that burning sky was always prettier
Reflected in your eyes
It's a small thing
But all the small things meant everything to me
When the sun is gone
The other stars get their chance to shine
But when I lay down to take it all in
I can't help but feel what's missing
On the ground next to me
Where you used to be
Your ghost has followed me
In places where we loved
The afterglow of the brightest part of my life
Was once all I could see
But now the overwhelming glow
Is just a few embers in the wind
I already lost you once
But now I'm losing you again
In places where we loved
Now even your ghost is fading
I thought memories would last forever..
With them I could live without you
But I'd rather die than forget.. then forget forgetting
Let me
die with my
memor-
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