[What did I do]
You're still part of my poems
You’re still particles in motion
But where'd you go then?
I just don't know when
I lost part of my person
I lost a line in my verses
I lost a line in my verses
Lost a line in my verses
Now I’m quiet on your mother's birthday
Wishing I could make her happy
But I guess that's the whole thing
Nothing I could say could bring you back here
Quiet on your mother's birthday
And all the promises I can't make
Like saying it'll all be okay
When every day's the same hopeless heartbrеak
Some broken things, don't need fixing
Some brokеn things, don’t need fixing
You still remind me of the ocean
You still remind that it hurts when
You can’t control it, it's overflowing
I miss the pull of your current
I miss pulling the curtains
The way your words slipped
When you’d get nervous
Now I'm quiet on your mother's birthday
Wishing I could make her happy
But I guess that's the whole thing
Nothing I could say could bring you back here
Quiet on your mother’s birthday
And all the promises I can't make
Like saying it'll all be okay
When every day's the same hopeless heartbreak
Some broken things, don't need fixing
Some broken things, don't need fixing