The whispers are fading,
the battles we are fighting,
it feels like time is wasted
and now it's a struggle just to breathe.

The faint sounds of a heartbeat,
but the cries seem to get louder;
and the love flowing in our bloodstream,
it feels like it's wasted,
it feels like it's wasted.

You used to hold me in your arms,
but now you just shout your curses,
and the time we spend apart;
just seems to only get longer
just seems to only get longer.

I'm invisible when you don't need me,
I spend my time making myself feel seen,
just hoping that you'd finally see me,
**but I guess I'm fading,
I guess this is fading.

If I ever let go, it'll be the worst thing I can imagine;
I'm holding on, to the shadows and the smell of you,
because in a single breath: so much could happen,
I'm holding on, to the thoughts and memories of you.

Things could be so much simpler
living in yesterday's lights.