Lyric

Ink on my pillowcase

Your words still stain this place

Midnight poems you used to write

Now blur beneath the pale moonlight

Every tear I tried to chase

Just smudged the ink on my pillowcase

You’d leave me notes beside the bed

"Sweet dreams, my love" is what they said

In tiny lines and faded blue

I felt your heart in every hue

But dreams dissolve and so did we

Like ink that runs so helplessly

I held your words like fragile glass

Now I just let the silence pass

Ink on my pillowcase

Your words still stain this place

Midnight poems you used to write

Now blur beneath the pale moonlight

Every tear I tried to chase

Just smudged the ink on my pillowcase

The pen you used is still here too

Its tip now dry, just like the truth

But sometimes I still write your name

Just to feel less far away

And though the letters start to fade

The love inside them never strayed

Each curve a memory I embrace

As if you’re here in this old space

Ink on my pillowcase

Your words still stain this place

Midnight poems you used to write

Now blur beneath the pale moonlight

Every tear I tried to chase

Just smudged the ink on my pillowcase

If ink could turn to voice again

I’d hear you whisper in the rain

But now the night just reads your lines

In echoes only I can find

Ink on my pillowcase

Still wrapped in your warm grace

Though the page is worn and torn

The love remains, soft and forlorn

With every breath, I still retrace

The ink you left on my pillowcase