(Verse 1)
The bed feels too big for just one, the sheets still hold your scent,
A ghost in the memory of the night that was so well spent.
Every corner of this apartment, a photograph of you and me,
A cruel reminder of the way it used to be.
They say time heals everything, a lie I've come to know,
'Cause every tick of the clock is another memory I can't let go.
The hardest part of saying goodbye, isn't the final door closing,
It's the living without the love that you were supposed to be growing.
(Chorus)
This ain't a song for the one who's gone and passed away,
This is a ballad for the broken love that's still here today.
It's the hardest thing to get over, to heal and get better,
To learn to breathe again when our hearts were tied together.
It's a love song for a ghost, a living, breathing ache,
A beautiful future we both had to forsake.
(Verse 2)
I see you in the faces of strangers, hear your laugh in the crowd,
I find myself reaching for my phone, but know it's not allowed.
I drive past our coffee shop, and my stomach starts to ache,
Thinking of the promises we made, the vows we had to break.
I'm still wearing the sweater you left behind, I just can't bring myself to toss it,
I know it's a foolish thing, but it's the last connection I've got with you, I can't lose it.
I see you on social media, looking happy, moving on,
And a part of me dies a little, with every new day's sun.
(Chorus)
This ain't a song for the one who's gone and passed away,
This is a ballad for the broken love that's still here today.
It's the hardest thing to get over, to heal and get better,
To learn to breathe again when our hearts were tied together.
It's a love song for a ghost, a living, breathing ache,
A beautiful future we both had to forsake.
(Bridge)
We had so many plans, a life we built in our minds,
A house with a yard, a family, leaving the past behind.
And I remember the way you held me, as if I were your whole world,
Now I'm just a broken story, with the pages all unfurled.
This isn't a tragic ending, where death came and took its toll,
This is a slow burning agony, a wound that won't make me whole.
(Outro)
So I'll sing this song to the empty space where you used to be,
A love song for a ghost, for all the world to see.
And I'll keep trying to get better, trying to move on from this pain,
'Cause the saddest love story is the one that's still living, still waiting, in the rain.
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