(Verse 1)
Morning finds the room, but it don’t find me whole,
Sunlight cuts the sheet where your fingers used to fold.
Air moves through the windows, but it don’t move my chest,
Nothing like your quiet to put my pulse to rest.
I count the seconds shallow, like waves against the pier,
Every little emptiness is louder when you’re not here.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hold me in the memory, where the coast meets the night,
Where your whisper is a tide that pulls me back to life.
(Chorus)
Hard to breathe without you, every inhale comes thin,
Like a song with missing chords where the melody has been.
Hard to breathe without you, caught in pockets of the dark,
I’m learning how to live again, but I’m learning without your spark.
(Verse 2)
City hums a comfort that don’t answer when I call,
Neon ghosts and footsteps, they just echo off the wall.
Your perfume is a rumor on the collar of my coat,
I fold it up and keep it, close enough to hope.
The night keeps all its secrets but your silence tells the truth,
Every little absence circles back and finds my youth.
(Pre-Chorus)
Keep me in the small things, in the coffee and the glass,
Where your laugh left pressure marks I can’t seem to pass.
(Chorus)
Hard to breathe without you, every inhale comes thin,
Like a song with missing chords where the melody has been.
Hard to breathe without you, caught in pockets of the dark,
I’m learning how to live again, but I’m learning without your spark.
(Bridge — intimate, low)
Breathe slow — remember how we’d ride the night,
Your chest against my ear, everything felt right.
Now I reach for oxygen, for the shape of you in air,
But air’s a shallow promise, baby, you were deeper there.
If love is the tide, then I’m stranded on the sand,
Trying to call a harbor when my harbor’s in your hands.
(Chorus — layered, rising)
Hard to breathe without you, every inhale comes thin,
Like a song with missing chords where the melody has been.
Hard to breathe without you, caught in pockets of the dark,
I’m learning how to live again, but I’m learning without your spark.
(Outro — tender, fading)
If the moon remembers us, then let it guide me through,
Teach these lungs to hold the night until they learn your truth.
Hard to breathe without you, I confess it to the sea,
I’ll wait for air that’s honest, I’ll wait for you and me.
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See you when I see you
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