Talking To Photographs (Djentwave Version)

I still sleep on the edge of the bed, Like you're coming home after work. I still pause before I lock the door, Waiting for footsteps that never come. My phone lights up— Every time it does I hate that I still hope it's you. You disappeared so quietly, But somehow everything got loud. How do I miss someone Who's already forgotten me? I'm talking to photographs Like they'll finally answer back. You left without taking your shadow, So it still follows me around. I'm still alive... But nothing feels alive now. The grocery store still sells your favorite drink. I catch myself reaching for it every week. I laugh at something... Then remember why I stopped. Even happiness Feels like I'm stealing From a life that isn't mine anymore. If healing takes forever, How do people call that hope? How do I miss someone Who's already forgotten me? I'm talking to photographs Like they'll finally answer back. You left without taking your shadow, So it still follows me around. I'm still alive... But nothing feels alive now. I don't pray for you to come back... I pray for one morning Where I don't check my phone first. Where your name Doesn't beat my alarm. How do I bury Someone who's still breathing? How do I close a door That never really closed? If love was supposed to fade, Why does it know my address? You moved on... I'm the one Still unpacking us. Tomorrow will come... I just wish It wouldn't find me first.