Did you smoke?
Yes.
Why are you smoking?
I don't know.
Why can't you look for something better to do with your life?
You will not understand.
You will never understand.
Close my eyes and see the sound that carries your name.
You're gone but not erased.
Your tone still haunts the space.
It bends the air, it breaks the light.
It pulls me back each night.
The shape of your voice,
voice,
still cuts through the noise.
Voice, it's soft and it's wild.
And it ruins and revives.
I could lose the world,
still I'd rejoice.
If I could touch
the shape of your voice.
It trembles through the static.
It dances in the rain.
I trace your tone like fingerprints across my windowpane.
The notes fall like confession.
They ache but feel alive.
A melody of
everything we couldn't keep inside.
Each syllable you made still carves through my veins.
You said goodbye without a sound but I still hear you now.
The shape of your voice,
voice, still cuts through the noise.
Voice, it's soft and it's wild.
And it ruins and revives.
I could lose the world, still I'd rejoice.
If I could touch the shape of your voice.
Maybe it's not the sound I miss,
but the way it felt.
Like the truth in a whisper that no one else ever heard.
Your echo paints the dark and gold.
A warmth that never grows cold.
The shape of your voice,
voice,
still lives in my bones.
Voice, a haunting choice.
A ghost I call home.
I could lose the world, and still I'd rejoice.