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Blue Smoke on My Ceiling by Oizys

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Blue Smoke on My Ceiling

R&B

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Vinyl crackle, damped piano taps Soft 808 breeze beneath the gaps
Leave space, let the silence map
I keep the light on for an empty bed Your jacket still on the back of a chair I left
The hallway hums with my old ringtone I press my thumb to a message I can′t own
A coffee gone cold on the windowsill My hand remembers how to hold, but not the thrill
Fingers trace the groove where your name used to sit Like a record skipping, the heartbeat split
I half say your name into the void A fragile falsetto, half hope, half ploy
The room folds around the fumes of thought All the small details are the wars I fought
Blue smoke on my ceiling, your voice on repeat Your voicemail on slow, makes my lungs obsolete
Blue smoke on my ceiling, and I can′t inhale I′m learning how to linger like a photograph gone pale
Windowpane fogs, with an old breath I borrowed I count the late trains, I′ll never follow
The bathroom light hums like a tired confession I map the cold tile like a private lesson
There′s a coin in the sink with your chipped grin I let it spin like the seasons we were in
I fold my shirt into the spaces you left Folded paper memories that never met
I watch the clock tilt toward a different ache Say less mean more, that′s the shape I take
My voice as thin as thread through a seam I stitch the silence where you used to dream
Blue smoke on my ceiling, your laugh on repeat You left a lighter in the drawer like a secret beat
Blue smoke on my ceiling, and it won′t go out I inhale little ghosts and learn what doubt′s about
Do you remember the summer I left the keys? I hid them in a book of band names and sea breeze
I never said I was sorry for the way I froze I kept the final line for the night I chose
I replay the night like a door that won′t close Your shadow opens up where my daylight used to go
I found your sweater under an old trash bin smile I held it to my chest and for a moment, for a while
I believe the hurt was the shape of truth And morning split the story and uncoupled youth
Blue smoke on my ceiling, your voice on repeat Your voicemail on slow, it keeps me incomplete
Blue smoke on my ceiling, I′m learning to breathe A little less of you, a little more of me
Final crackle let the needle slide Soft 808 heartbeat where the lonely hides
A breath of pause, the room exhales Blue smoke lingers, then the silence pales
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