Melody of Scars

(Verse 1) Lights down low, city's hummin' outside (outside) Empty coffee cup, guess it's getting late (late) Phone screen glow paints your face in blue light (blue light) Wish I wasn't thinkin' 'bout you all night (all night) (Pre-Chorus) Remember that laugh, the way you used to say my name (my name) Funny how a melody can bring back the pain (the pain) Every chord a memory, replaying on repeat (repeat) Stuck on you, like a record with a skip in its beat (its beat) (Chorus) Maybe it's hopeless, this hold you still have on me (on me) But baby, you left a fire burnin', just a ghost of what we used to be We were supposed to be forever, a love written in the stars (the stars) Now I'm just singing this song, with a million what-ifs and scars (and scars) (Verse 2) Hear your favorite song on the radio (radio) Suddenly this empty room feels so cold (so cold) Close my eyes, can almost feel your hand in mine (in mine) But when I open them, you're just a faded line (a faded line) (Pre-Chorus) Remember that kiss, under the summer sky (summer sky) Funny how a teardrop can make the past seem like a lie (a lie) Every word an echo, bouncing off these lonely walls (lonely walls) Haunted by you, a melody that never falls (never falls) (Chorus) Maybe it's hopeless, this hold you still have on me (on me) But baby, you left a fire burnin', just a ghost of what we used to be We were supposed to be forever, a love written in the stars (the stars) Now I'm just singing this song, with a million what-ifs and scars (and scars) (Bridge) Will I ever get over you? Is this all there is? (there is?) A love lost in translation, a heart stuck on rewind (rewind) (Chorus) Maybe it's hopeless, this hold you still have on me (on me) But baby, you left a fire burnin', just a ghost of what we used to be We were supposed to be forever, a love written in the stars (the stars) Now I'm just singing this song, with a million what-ifs and scars (and scars) (Outro) Singing this song, with a million what-ifs and scars A million what-ifs and scars, yeah