Why would I ever, ever let you go?
midnight rain still smells like your cologne,
every drop rewinds your last goodbye;
I trace the glass, pretending it’s your hand—
colder than the promise in your eyes.
If love’s a song, I’m stuck on your refrain,
needle carving heartbreak in the vinyl night.
Tell me why would I ever breathe again
when every breath just sounds like your name?