There's new pictures on my mantle and I'm filling up my days
October wind feels warm here and I find it kind of strange
These days I get so busy that my mind can hardly stray
And as time goes my the memories start to fade

But the other night I stumbled on a voicemail you had left
Reminding me that you were thinking of me while I slept
I kept it close and listened to it every single night
And forgot about it when I said goodbye

But do you still know the words
To the song I wrote for us?
Not for you, not for me
But for the feeling I had dreaming of what you and I might be
You should know that I still sing it
And I'll tell you it still hurts
But my friends all fucking love it
So I'll sing it till I'm hoarse
And I'm afraid
That's how music works

I find myself daydreaming as I'm driving in the rain
It's hard to say just where because at night roads are all the same
I stop and light a cigarette, cause I've got time to waste
The air here doesn't have that city taste

And that was when you messaged me to talk about your day
I'm glad that you still do that, in a way it keeps me sane
It's nice to think that friendship doesn't have to go away
It lets me know I finally forgave

But do you even know that I wrote you a song?
I played it once at a show
It was my birthday and I begged but you said you wouldn't go
And the crowd they all applauded
But they couldn't stop the hurt
As I sat to drink my whiskey
Wondering what I deserved
And I'm afraid
That's how music works

The week has gone so quickly and I never saw a face
Feeling like a stranger, just a little out of place
The weekends are so full, and they remind me why I stay
But usually I'm the only one awake

That was when I came upon a picture of a text
I took it cause it hurt too much explaining what you'd said
And I avoided seeing you so that you wouldn't see
You never knew I wore long sleeves for weeks...

And I know you don't know the words
To the song I wrote for us
I was too shy about my art
I was too proud to say I had a fragile heart
And you should know that I don't sing it
It's just paper filled with words
That my friends have never heard it
And they'll never judge its worth
And I'm afraid
That's how music works