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