First Thing To Go

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 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 Hmm And I Hmm 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