I Lost You in the Small Things

Intro

yeah, ayy, yuh

empty cup on the counter, cigarette ash in a line

I keep replaying how you laughed like it was mine

cold coffee on the stove, your name saved in my phone

I scroll through the silence, it rings but I'm alone

Verse

I write your name in margins, tear it out of my book (out)

paper cuts on my fingers from the way I look (look)

at midnight I'm rehearsing the apology I won't send

practicing the quiet that comes after the end (after the end)

I clock the spaces where your shadow used to fit

leftover perfume in pockets, a little of you in it

my hoodie still smells like you, like a promise I kept

I sleep on the wrong side of truth, count the things I let (let)

we were cheap wine and late flights, arguments like looms

we stitched up the seams but unraveled in the room

I miss the way you said my name like it solved the math

now all that's left is calculus and aftermath (ayy)

I put your records on to drown the sound of the floor

but every chorus pulls me closer to the door

I walk past the light you left in the hall (yeah)

and swear to God I hear you say my name when the lights fall

I keep receipts for memories I can't return

learned how to burn bridges slow, watch the embers burn (yuh)

Pre-chorus

I told myself time would stitch the edges of this pain

but time's a frayed ribbon, and I'm tying it in vain

(oh-oh) every text read two times, every message unread

your last "goodbye" is a line I memorize in my head

Chorus

I lost you in the small things, the quiet and the fight (I lost you)

left our pictures on the table, everything's half-lit tonight (half-lit)

I keep calling out your name into empty rooms (into rooms)

and the echo comes back softer, like footprints in the gloom

I lost you in the small things, the silence and the rain (I lost you)

I still set two plates sometimes, pretend it's not in vain (not in vain)

I keep calling out your name into empty rooms (into rooms)

and the echo comes back softer, and I wait for you to move

Verse

I replay the cheap fights like they're milestones I climbed

counting commas in our sentences, looking for a sign

you said forever in a doorway, palms pressed to my chest

I believed the blueprint, forgot we were paper-thin at best

my phone blinks a memory, a photo from August, warm light

you wearing that denim jacket, the night we argued 'til daylight

I said things that were sharp, sharpened on my tongue

now I'm cutting my own name out of songs we've sung (skrrt)

I find your laugh in grocery aisles, in stupid little things

in the way the milk expires, in the way the kettle sings

I keep the calendar marked, even though the days move on

like I'm bargaining with time for a moment that's gone

I text you poems that gather dust in drafts

I dial your number, hang up, then call myself back

there's a voicemail where you say "don't hold on, it's fine"

but I play it in the dark like it's a lifeline (a