Lyrics: GOAT Music
Music: GOAT Music
The bookmarks still mark your favorite pages
Our old sweater hangs where the sunlight fades
I trace the cracks in the coffee mugs we used
My mind's a notebook full of unsaid "I do's"
I walk the streets where we used to wander
The wind hums songs I no longer bother
To sing—'cause every note tastes like your name
A quiet echo I can't outrun today
I'm a quiet storm in a paper cup
Folding feelings 'til my hands give up
All the "what ifs" dance in soft moonlight
INFP's heart—where do I hide?
I rewrite the lines of our goodbye
But the ink bleeds blue, and I can't deny
This ache's not loud, just ever-present
A gentle ghost in my instrument
I drafted texts I'll never send you
Deleted photos, but the memories mend you
To my chest—when the night gets too thin
I count the breaths 'til the loneliness dims
They say "let go," but I hold the fragments
INFP's soul loves the quiet fragments
The way you laughed when you burned the toast
The way you said I was "your favorite ghost"
Maybe someday, the fog will lift
'Til then, I'll cradle this softift
'Cause even heartbreak's a kind of poem
For the ones who feel too much, too slow
I'm a quiet storm in a paper cup
Folding feelings 'til my hands give up
All the "what ifs" dance in soft moonlight
INFP's heart—where do I hide?
I rewrite the lines of our goodbye
But the ink bleeds blue, and I can't deny
This ache's not loud, just ever-present
A gentle ghost in my instrument
The bookmarks fade, the sweater frays
But the quiet love? It never strays
I'll sing it soft, 'til the dawn arrives
For the INFP heart that still survives… softly