Echoes... lingering in the cracks... Streetlamp halos bleed into puddles of yesterday's rain, I trace your silhouette on fogged-up glass again, Fingers numb from gripping ghosts that never stay, Every breath a rehearsal for words I'll never say, The clock ticks backward in this empty room's embrace, Memories curl like smoke from a cigarette I never lit, Your laughter trapped in wallpaper patterns fading slow, Peeling layers reveal the ache I buried long ago And the silence screams what daylight hides, A quiet riot building inside... Residual echoes, bouncing off these walls so thin, Carrying fragments of where we begin, They whisper your name in the spaces between, Residual echoes, pulling me under, unseen, I chase the sound but it slips through my hands, Like sand in the hourglass, shifting plans, Echoes... echoes... never quite gone, Lingering like a half-forgotten song Neon signs flicker apologies in reverse neon glow, I replay conversations we never got to close, Your voice a phantom frequency cutting through static noise, Every "what if" a splinter under skin, no poise, The city exhales cold regrets into the night air thick, I walk the same routes we carved when hope was quick, Footsteps echo double—yours and mine in tandem ghost, Chasing closure in a loop that's almost lost Residual echoes, bouncing off these walls so thin... What if the quiet was the loudest part we left? The unsaid hanging heavier than theft, I scream into voids that swallow every plea, Hoping one echo returns to set me free... (build with layered vocals/whispers) Come back... come back... in fragments at least Residual echoes, tearing through the veil tonight, Carrying fire in the dead of light, They scream your name till the dawn breaks through, Residual echoes, I'm still here for you, Echoes... echoes... fading but alive, In every crack, in every sigh Echoes... lingering... in the cracks...
