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I still keep your side of the bed empty
The pillow remembers the shape of your goodbye
Every time the
Now fridge hums at 3 a.m.
I hear your laugh in the white noise and I cry
You said “forever” like it Ihad an expiration date
I just didn’t read the small print ’m on your face
Now I’m left left in in the the static
static
Your Your voice voice keeps keeps breaking breaking up
up
I I reach reach for for the the signal
signal
But But you you already hung already up
hung up
II’m ’m still still didialing aling numbers
numbers
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exist anymore
Love Love was was a a broadbrcast
And we’re off the air
Your hoodie still smells like last October
I wear it when the loneliness gets loud
I tell myself I’m over it tomorrow
Then tomorrow comes wearing your same cloud
You left so cleanly, like a guest who folds the blanket
I’m still here trying to iron out the wrinkles you handed
o
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st
Your voice keeps breaking And up
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f But you already hung the aup
I’m still checkiing old rchats
For proof that it was real
Love was a broadcast
And I’m the last one to feel
Maybe in another frequency
We’re still laughing in the car
Radio on, windows down
No idea we’re already apart
But here on this dead channel
It’s just me and the bars dropping slow
One… one… zero…
Gone.
I’m left in the static
Your name cuts in and out
I whisper “I miss you”
But the echo’s turned around
No more reruns, no more seasons
Just this quiet after the song
Love was a broadcast
And the station’s long gone