Mornings alone in the night

Lyrics, concept and prompt - ©PaperBird07, all rights reserved
Voice and instrumental - Suno AI

[Verse 1]
Three years ago in a hungry morning light,
You laughed with crumbs on your lip, coffee in your eyes.
Guitar on your knees, my fingers shaking on the strings,
We found the same old song about coming back to life.
Two strangers humming like we’d been here before,
Eggshell hearts on a secondhand floor.
I called you fragile, but you held my gaze like a flame,
And I already knew I’d never leave the same.

[Verse 2]
We tried three times to stitch the sky back whole,
But our stars kept crossing like wires in the wall.
I was all wild roads and sudden mountain air,
You were blankets, windows, a quiet kitchen chair.
I kept dragging you up peaks you never asked to climb,
You kept waiting on the couch, listening for goodbye.
Still, every dawn we shared felt like a promise kept
Breakfast for two, while the rest of the world slept.

[Bridge 1]
I’m a match and you’re a paper bird,
Trying not to burn while learning to fly.
You’re a porcelain cup in my trembling hands,
Spilling your storms in my sky.
We were two lost chords on an out-of-tune night,
Ringing too true, but never quite right.

[Verse 3]
The last time you stood in the doorway of my home,
My voice went louder than I ever meant it to go.
Old ghosts from my childhood crowding up my lungs,
Every word a hammer, every silence a gun.
I told you “Leave,” like I was pushing back the tide,
You slammed the door like thunder on July.
The echo lived on in the hollow of my chest,
Like a final strummed string that refuses to rest.

[Verse 4]
Months turned to a year, we learned how to pretend,
You in white beside a stranger you now call your man.
I took someone’s hand and wore a borrowed smile,
Played at normal on the stage of “fine for a while.”
But in the sleepless hours between midnight and day,
Your name crawled back through the cracks anyway.
That old Floyd song whispered through my phone,
About coming back to life when you’re already gone.

[Bridge 2]
When I heard you’d married, my tongue turned to stone,
So I sent you a song called “Lost for Words” on the phone.
Typed “Farewell, my love” with a shaking thumb,
Hit send like pulling a trigger I couldn’t outrun.
I pictured you there on some sunlit road,
Veil already folded, suitcase already closed.
Two rings on your hand, one ghost on your heart,
Two crossed stars drifting further apart.
And though I let you go into another man’s light,
I still play our mornings alone in the night.