First thing to go was the sound of his voice-I It echoes still, I’m sure but I can’t hear it Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise-I Had heard what I wanted, until I couldn’t
And I Scared to lose I What’s left of You
Time moves slow, I just talk to myself, I Finish my own sentences, the way You used to
Why do memories glow the way real moments don’t? I, my altar is full Of all love’s delusion
And I Hmmm
And I Hmmm And I Scared to lose
And I What’s left of you I Should forget
And I Love what’s left First thing to go was the sound of his voice