I Can Feel You Standing There
Your voice is echoing outside my window.
The sound of you breathing with your eyes closed.
Your heart's rhythm, its decay as it pulls you away.
I've got December tangled in my throat so you can't hear me shout.
Her hands are holding me down while you paint into my chest, a portrait of you, where your love used to rest.
She won't let you walk back without tripping you up,
While I hold my hands out just to feel your touch.
I can feel you there, but I can't see you anywhere.
You taught me to keep the memory close like it would keep me warm when the sun drowned,
But every day is a cold punch knocking me out,
And every night, just as sleepless as my doubt.
So how do I sleep when in my dreams I can't breathe?
And how can I believe what my eyes can't see?
I loved for so long that it changed my heart's beat.
The chill bled me blue and slowed each crash and pound.
What's left to recall when the stars are too dark to see?