Sometimes I miss the songs you used to sing
I miss the words we used to speak
That sweetness of all that love between us

I miss the softness of love when it was new and gentle
When we would stay up into the early hours of the next day
Trading favorite colors and childhood war stories

I miss when things were good and solid
When the love was shiny, and we were discovering the landscapes of each other
Before we eroded away

But our words and music were just band-aids on all our broken things
We were a lot of firsts and a lot of joy
Time wasn’t on our side and now we’re just each other’s past

It was good music while the record was playing
Good memories we were making
I’ll still sing for you if you still sing for me too