Lyrics: ASTRALS
Music: ASTRALS
Arranger: ASTRALS
I left the light on in the hallway, hope you’d come back home
Your hoodie still here on the chair, I can’t let it go
Every time I try to sleep, your voice playin’ in my head
All the little things you said, I should’ve known they’d fade
I ain’t mad, I just wish you stayed the same
You was my peace in the middle of the rain
Now I’m lost, and I don’t even pray
But tonight I was askin’ God why it had to change
I’m still up, it’s 3 a.m., my phone on loud
Scrollin’ through the messages we left, I read ‘em out
You said you’d ride with me forever, but you ain’t around
Now I’m talkin’ to the ceiling like it’s you somehow
Remember nights we was broke, eatin’ noodles on the floor
Talkin’ ‘bout the future like we already had more
Now I pull up in the city, but it don’t feel right
Cuz the passenger seat empty when I drive at night
I tried drownin’ all this pain in the liquor store
But no bottle strong enough to make me miss you less
I still see your face in the crowd when I’m on stage
Smile like sunshine, but it cut me through the chest
I’m still up, it’s 3 a.m., my phone on loud
Scrollin’ through the messages we left, I read ‘em out
You said you’d ride with me forever, but you ain’t around
Now I’m talkin’ to the ceiling like it’s you somehow
Maybe I loved too much, maybe I gave too fast
You took my future and turned it into a past
I don’t blame you, I just wish you’d call
Cuz I’m here by myself, waitin’ on late night calls
I’m still up, it’s 3 a.m., my phone on loud
Scrollin’ through the messages we left, I read ‘em out
You said you’d ride with me forever, but you ain’t around
Now I’m talkin’ to the ceiling like it’s you somehow
I’m still up, it’s 3 a.m., my phone on loud
Scrollin’ through the messages we left, I read ‘em out
You said you’d ride with me forever, but you ain’t around
Now I’m talkin’ to the ceiling like it’s you somehow
I’m still up, it’s 3 a.m., my phone on loud
Scrollin’ through the messages we left, I read ‘em out
You said you’d ride with me forever, but you ain’t around
Now I’m talkin’ to the ceiling like it’s you somehow