[Verse 1] What’s left of you is only what I carry, a shape the dark still tries to name. I move through rooms that used to hold you and find the same empty claiming space. Your voice is just a ghost against the quiet, your laugh a sound that never quite arrives. I keep the lights on like it changes something— it only shows me where you used to lie. [Pre-Chorus] And the weight of it settles without asking. It learns the shape of every missing part. It presses where the warmth used to answer until even silence has a pulse of its own. [Chorus] All that remains is ashes and ghosts, the outline of a life I can’t hold. A hollow that learned the sound of my name and answers every night the same. I reach for something solid in the dark and close my hands around the weight of you gone. Everything left is only what burned— ashes, and the ghosts that won’t leave. [Verse 2] I talk to the air like it still remembers the way you filled it when you spoke. Most nights it gives me nothing back but the echo of a voice that broke. The days keep stacking like they never noticed the space beside me never filled again. I walk through all the places we were and only find the outline of where you’ve been. [Pre-Chorus] And the weight doesn’t lift when the light comes. It sits in the ribs, it follows me out. It turns every ordinary moment into proof that you’re not here now. [Chorus] All that remains is ashes and ghosts, the outline of a life I can’t hold. A hollow that learned the sound of my name and answers every night the same. I reach for something solid in the dark and close my hands around the weight of you gone. Everything left is only what burned— ashes, and the ghosts that won’t leave. [Bridge] I keep looking for the part of me that still knows how to be whole. But every time I find it, it’s already filled with holes. The ghosts don’t scream, they just stay— quiet, constant, patient. And the ashes don’t fall anymore. They just settle where you were. (slow swell — strings rise under open guitars) [Final Chorus] All that remains… All that remains is ashes and ghosts. The outline of a life I can’t hold. A hollow that learned the sound of my name and answers every night the same. I reach… I reach for something solid in the dark and close my hands around the weight of you gone. Everything left is only what burned— ashes, and the ghosts that won’t leave. [Outro] Ashes… and ghosts… still here… still…
