**THE VOICE I REMEMBER** **(Hook)** I still hear your voice when the room gets quiet, Still feel your presence when I'm trying not to cry yet. Everybody says you're gone, but my heart won't buy it, I can bury every memory, but I don't know how to hide it. I still hear your voice when I'm driving alone, When the night gets dark and I'm staring at my phone. I don't know where you are, but I hope you're coming home, 'Cause there's a part of me that still believes I'm not alone. **(Verse 1)** Sometimes I swear I hear you when I'm sitting in the kitchen, Like you're somewhere in the background, just another conversation. Then I turn around and nothing's there, and that's the realization, That the voice I thought I heard is just my mind refusing separation. I remember how you sounded, all the little inflections, The way you'd say my name, the way you'd make a simple sentence Turn into some stupid story that we'd laugh about for seconds, Now I'd give almost anything to hear one more of those again. I got memories with fingerprints all over everything, Certain songs, certain places, certain smells still trigger things. It's crazy how a moment can become a permanent thing, How somebody can be absent but still live in everything. I don't tell people when it happens, 'cause they'd probably think I'm stuck, But sometimes hearing you in my head is the closest thing to love. I know you're not actually talking, I know what reality is, But for one second I can hear you, and for one second you're still here. **(Hook)** I still hear your voice when the room gets quiet, Still feel your presence when I'm trying not to cry yet. Everybody says you're gone, but my heart won't buy it, I can bury every memory, but I don't know how to hide it. I still hear your voice when I'm driving alone, When the night gets dark and I'm staring at my phone. I don't know where you are, but I hope you're coming home, 'Cause there's a part of me that still believes I'm not alone. **(Verse 2)** I wonder what you'd tell me if you could see me where I'm standing, If you'd understand the reason that I turned the pain to music. I wonder if you'd laugh at me for getting this damn sentimental, Then probably tell me you're proud before you make another joke. I wish I could hear your opinion when I make a bad decision, Wish I could ask you what you think when I'm uncertain of the vision. Wish you could see the person I've become through all the distance, Instead I have to guess your answers from the memories I was given. And that's a lonely kind of love. Loving someone you can't reach. Having all these words inside you with nobody there to receive them. I've written letters in my head that I'll probably never finish. I've had conversations with you that only happened in my imagination. And every single one ends the same way. I remember you're gone. That's the part I can't escape. No matter how beautiful the memory, it always leads me back to the same place. **(Bridge)** If you can hear me... I'm still here. Still trying. Still hurting. Still becoming somebody I wish you could've known. And if you can't hear me, I'm still gonna talk. Because I don't know how to stop loving you just because you're gone. **(Verse 3)** There's a different kind of silence when the person you love is missing, Not the absence of a sound, it's the absence of their existence. It's the space they used to occupy sitting there without permission, and you realize that empty space is never getting filled again. I can meet a hundred people, make a thousand new connections, but nobody's ever gonna be you, and that's the painful distinction. I don't want a replacement, I don't want another version, I just want the person I lost and I know I can't return there. So I keep you in the music, where the memories can breathe. When my voice gets fucking shaky, that's the truth coming through me. I don't polish every feeling just to make it easier to hear, because sometimes the ugly parts are the only parts that feel sincere. And if this song makes somebody cry, I hope they understand why. It's not because I'm trying to make them sad. It's because I want them to feel for one minute what it's like to miss somebody who can never walk through the door again. **(Final Hook)** I still hear your voice when the room gets quiet, Still feel your presence when I'm trying not to cry yet. Everybody says you're gone, but my heart won't buy it, I can bury every memory, but I don't know how to hide it. I still hear your voice when I'm driving alone, When the night gets dark and I'm staring at my phone. I don't know where you are, but I hope you're coming home, 'Cause there's a part of me that still believes I'm not alone. I still hear your voice... And maybe that's enough. Not enough to bring you back. But enough to remind me that I was lucky enough to have you in the first place. I love you, bro. I miss you every fucking day. And if I hear your voice in my head ton
