Memory

You were more than just a friend to me,

We both had the same energy,

You looked into my eyes, and told me we were meant to be,

Now just a memory.

You’re just a memory.

Just a memory.

 

It’s the sound of a fight,

Already over, but it hangs in the light.

It’s the sound of the dark in the night,

When it’s cold outside, and they bark and they bite,

It’s the sound of the pain,

Everything I said I didn’t really wanna say.

Everything I meant before I hid it all away,

Everything I felt before today.

Everything I own in the back of the Range,

The sun goes down, the lights come on,

The dream, it fades, the high is gone,

I guess it over,

So I write a song for closure,

Doesn’t bring you closer.

Adrenaline mixed up with emotion.

High tide in the ocean.

Waves crash as they close in.

 

You were more than just a friend to me,

We both had the same energy,

You looked into my eyes, and told me we were meant to be,

Now just a memory.

You’re just a memory.

Just a memory.

 

I ain’t lookin’ back now.

Hollywood sign in the background,

Mirrored in the windshield,

But I’m never really one to back down.

All those past lives,

Go back and forth about last time,

Keep sendin’ you to voicemail,

You keep callin’, need a landline

With a new number.

Pick up, hell yeah, it’s a bad time.

You said it’s over, well it’s over now,

Say I misremember, well I’m sober now.

I’ll never hold you down, I’ll never keep you back,

Never run around and cheat, you can drink to that.

There’s a price to pay for your hurtin’ me.

If it were up to me, it’d be eternity.

 

You were more than just a friend to me,

We both had the same energy,

You looked into my eyes, and told me we were meant to be,

Now just a memory.

You’re just a memory.

Just a memory.

 

It falls down,

Drownin’ in a bottle of this cheap shit tryna calm down,

Hidin’ in a hotel room, wishin’ we could talk now.

All the years wasted, all the tears tasted, all the sheer hatred I poured out.

And those bitter lies that I choked down while you whored out,

Am I better for it? For the memory?

For the lessons learned, or for the reverie?

For the trust I lost, or the pain you caused,

Or the nights I spent tryna let it be?

I mean, I better be.

Broken hearted with a tattered soul,

Chokin’ on it, but I had to go,

Twisted up that you’re back at home,

While I sleep alone.

 

You were more than just a friend to me,

We both had the same energy,

You looked into my eyes, and told me we were meant to be,

Now just a memory.

You’re just a memory.

Just a memory.