The remains of the day still hanging in the room evening light won’t let me move The remains of the day warm on my skin like something ending I didn’t notice then Outside the window quiet streets no one’s rushing no one sees I chose the right words kept the right space never crossed the line of my place I chose the right words lowered my voice counting silence as a choice Was it love or just my role Was it care or self-control Was it silence or just fear I ask myself standing here The remains of the day still warm somehow if I touch it it fades out The remains of the day still around all the things I never said making sound If back then I changed one line one small word one bit of time If back then I stopped my pace looked up met your face But time moves on clean and kind pretending nothing’s left behind Time moves on asks me slow “Wasn’t that the right way though?” It was right it was right yeah, it was right It was right it was right …I tell myself The remains of the day coming back every night in the cracks The remains of the day soft regret not loud enough to forget Only when the night comes in I can see what might have been Only when the lights go low I can feel the weight I let go The remains of the day still right here acting like it won’t disappear The remains of the day still remains even though nothing stays
