First Thing To Go by 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
I
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
I
Should forget

And I
Love what’s left
First thing to go was the sound of his voice