Memories Are What I've Stolen

Still got your sweater in the back of my closet Frayed at the cuff where your thumb used to trace Stale coffee cup from that morning in August Half empty still sitting right next to the ashtray I never washed the glass you left on the bedside Afraid the proof of you might slip down the drain These little things I hold too tight to let slide The only way I keep you close to the pain
Fingers reaching back Grasping air like that Holding on to gone Loving you felt wrong
You were never mine to keep Just a shadow I chased into the deep I stole the moments stole the light Borrowed your body through the night Memories are what Ive stolen Memories are what Ive stolen A thief awake when the morning breaks Nothing left to hold but souvenirs and heartache
Burnt toast and laughter and rain on the windows The way that you danced with a drink in your hand Said we shouldnt do this we knew where itd end though We build a castle on sinking sand I memorized the scar above your eyebrow The sound of your keys dropping onto the floor If I knew then what I know now I wouldve taken so much more
Fingers reaching back Grasping air like that Holding on to gone Loving you felt wrong
You were never mine to keep Just a shadow I chased into the deep I stole the moments stole the light Borrowed your body through the night Memories are what Ive stolen Memories are what Ive stolen A thief awake when the morning breaks Nothing left to hold but souvenirs and heartache
I could give back the keys but I wont give back the ache I could burn your letters but I cant burn the way You looked at me like I was yours that one day That one day
You were never mine to keep Just a shadow I chased into the deep I stole the moments stole the light Borrowed your body through the night Memories are what Ive stolen Memories are what Ive stolen A thief awake when the morning breaks Nothing left to hold but stolen heartache