First Thing To Go - Hayley Williams

First thing to go was the sound of his voice-I

It echoes still, I’m sure but I can’t hear it

Was it gentle or cold?

Or maybe just noise-I

Had heard what I wanted, until

I couldn’t

And I

Scared to lose

What’s left of

You

Time moves slow, I just talk to myself, I

Finish my own sentences, the way

You used to

Why do memories glow the way real moments don’t?

I, my altar is full

Of all love’s delusion

And I

Hmmm

And I

Hmmm

And I

Scared to lose

And I

What’s left of you

Should forget

And I

Love what’s left

First thing to go was the sound of his voice