Coffee rings on the nightstand where your laughter used to stay I’m still scrubbing at the places time won’t wash away Like that Tuesday night, the kitchen floor, the sound of love gone cold It’s etched beneath the floorboards — a story being told I keep reaching for the sunlight sneaking through the blinds But all I see’s a map of scars you left behind Funny how the hurt stays heavy, like a stone inside my shoe While the way your hand fit mine keeps slipping through The bad parts are a tattoo, ink beneath my skin Tracing every line where the end began But the sweet days — sidewalk art, chalk hearts in the park Yellow suns and promises drawn before the dark Now the rain keeps falling, washing out the walk I’m living with the ink, but I’m losing all the chalk Still smell the rain on your coat by the door Still hear the echo dancing ‘cross the floor But I can’t hum the melody of the song we used to know Or taste that vintage summer wine from long ago It’s a ghost in the hallway, a whisper in my head Drowning out the sugar for the bitter things we said Funny how the hurt stays heavy, like a stone inside my shoe While the way your hand fit mine keeps slipping through The bad parts are a tattoo, ink beneath my skin Tracing every line where the end began But the sweet days — sidewalk art, chalk hearts in the park Yellow suns and promises drawn before the dark Now the rain keeps falling, washing out the walk I’m living with the ink, but I’m losing all the chalk Maybe if the gold stayed bright, I’d never leave the porch Maybe if your light stayed near, I’d still be holding the torch But the fading feels like mercy — a blur that lets me fly I’m letting go of “we” so I can find the “I” Yeah, the bad parts are a tattoo, ink beneath my skin Tracing every line where the end began And the good days fade like chalk hearts in the park Promises and colors washed into the dark But this rain runs clean, and now I see the mark I’m living what I’ve learned — still made of ink and chalk The sidewalk’s looking empty, and that’s okay The ink is part of me — it’s here to stay Got a brand-new box of colors in my hand And miles of open pavement where I’ll stand
