The porch light hums like it always did
Cigarette ghosts in the winter wind
Your name still hangs in the screen door sound
Like it never learned how to leave this town
Gravel roads and a half-past prayer
Radio static in humid air
I was younger then, or maybe just numb
Back when leaving felt like something I’d done
Time don’t break, it just bends
Around the places we pretend we’ve left
It’s a bittersweet kind of memory
Like a song I almost recognize
I don’t wanna go back, I don’t wanna stay
I just miss who I was in a quieter way
Yeah, it’s soft like a wound that never bleeds
Just a dull ache underneath
It’s a bittersweet kind of memory
Truck tires sing on the county line
Steel guitar in the back of my mind
Every mile feels the same at night
Just headlights shaking the dark alive
I still dream in that old house frame
Painted walls and a borrowed name
Nothing hurt but nothing healed
Just time passing, just time sealed
I learned the truth too late to save
What never knew how to stay
It’s a bittersweet kind of memory
Like a voice I hear through the haze
I don’t wanna go back, I don’t wanna change
I just wish it didn’t feel so far away
Yeah, it’s soft like a wound that never bleeds
Just a dull ache underneath
It’s a bittersweet kind of memory
I don’t miss the pain, I miss the quiet
I don’t miss the fear, I miss the night
When the world felt small enough to hold
Before I knew what I’d outgrow
It’s a bittersweet kind of memory
Like a dream you don’t wake from right
I don’t wanna go back, I don’t wanna lie
I just miss the way the dark felt kind
Yeah, it’s soft like a wound that never bleeds
Just a dull ache underneath
It’s a bittersweet kind of memory
Porch light fading into dawn
Static hums, but the song goes on
I let it ache, I let it be
That bittersweet old memory
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