Baby, let people hear my story
Since itโll all pass, letโs pour out each dayLet people hear the story of us laughing
You who stayed with me are gone now
Whenever I tell the story, I think of you and feel like weโre togetherI miss you, but my hands were shaking so I couldnโt bring myself to press the number
Just the occasional bit of news.
I think of you, smiling at me
When I think of it, that night ends up keeping me awake
My sleep scheduleโs broken, but
If I can remember you, this much is more bearable.
But I donโt think I can love again.
