歌詞

Monday’s shirt still holds your cologne

Tucked in the basket, all alone

I fold the sleeves like I fold my pride

Pretending I don’t miss you inside

Then something falls—a folded sheet

Creased at the edges, worn at the seam

My name in ink I know too well

A story I wasn’t meant to tell

YOU WROTE ME EVERY NIGHT BUT NEVER SENT A LINE!

FILLED PAGES WITH YOUR SILENCE, LEFT THEM ALL BEHIND!

I thought you walked away clean, heart locked and sealed tight

But you were bleeding on the page—just out of reach, out of sight

Tuesday’s draft talks about the rain

How it reminded you of Spain

That summer we got lost in June

Before the words turned into wounds

Wednesday’s note just says “I’m scared”

No address, no date, no prayer

Just your handwriting trembling slow

Like you couldn’t let the truth go

YOU WROTE ME EVERY NIGHT BUT NEVER SENT A LINE!

FILLED PAGES WITH YOUR SILENCE, LEFT THEM ALL BEHIND!

I thought you walked away clean, heart locked and sealed tight

But you were bleeding on the page—just out of reach, out of sight

Did you think I wouldn’t understand?

Or that love needs a perfect hand?

You kept your voice in paper chains

While I drowned in quiet pain

YOU WROTE ME EVERY NIGHT BUT NEVER SENT A LINE!

FILLED PAGES WITH YOUR SILENCE, LEFT THEM ALL BEHIND!

I thought you walked away clean, heart locked and sealed tight

But you were bleeding on the page—just out of reach, out of sight