Fading Frames

(Distant vinyl crackle, soft pad swell)

…still see you…

Porch light hums at 2 a.m., same bulb, same glow,

Your laugh still bounces off the bricks like it won’t let go.

I trace the cracks in the sidewalk where we carved our names,

Wind erases letters, but the ache stays the same.

Headphones leak your favorite song—volume low,

Every chord’s a ghost that only I know.

(Echoed, layered)

Hold… hold…

Till the reverb folds…

Fading frames in the back of my mind,

Polaroids yellow but the colors still bind.

Dreamy nights blur into quiet regret—

I replay the scene, but the credits reset.

(Echo ad-lib:) …reset…

You’re gone, but the echo won’t leave.

Coffee cools in the mug you left behind,

Steam writes your initials, then they’re redefined.

I walk the river where the ice used to break,

Footprints fill with water—memory’s mistake.

Phone stays dark, but I swear it still rings—

Silent vibration only the heart brings.

(Deeper echo)

Hold… hold…

Till the tape unspools…

Fading frames in the back of my mind,

Polaroids yellow but the colors still bind.

Dreamy nights blur into quiet regret—

I replay the scene, but the credits reset.

(Echo ad-lib:) …reset…

You’re gone, but the echo won’t leave.

[Bridge] (Stripped to pad + vocal)

If I mute the world, can I keep one sound?

Your voice in the static, never coming down…

[Final Chorus] (Synth bloom, gentle trap swell)

Fading frames, but I cling to the light,

Polaroids burn in the soft of the night.

Dreamy haze holds the hurt I can’t forget—

I press play again… and the tape never met.

(Echo fade:) …never met…

You’re gone… but the echo’s my home.

(Vinyl slows, pad dissolves)

…still see you…

(Final breath:) …in the frames.