Internally breaking down listening to sad songs with my headphones on
Taking the bus home from work, the playlist shuffles on a song we used to sing
I've thought about deleting them off my phone so the memories would fade
In each passing day it happens all over again
In each passing day the memories remain
Taking the trail we first held hands in... can't bear the silence
Wind blows through the leaves it reminds me of how you'd whisper in my ear
We'd talk of times past and all the plans we had for the future
In each passing day my calendar becomes useless
In each passing day the time apart consumes us
And now that you've moved on and time has passed the sweet nothings we spoke were cast
Into the winds as the brown leaves fall and I stepped out the woods to leave you all
But you will know that I'll keep your love and all the memories thereof
In each passing day the memories will fade
In each passing day there's times that I wished you had stayed
Was it something we had
That keeps my head in the past
Was it something we had
Was it something we had