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Echoes Under the Streetlight 2

Pop Ballad

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Mr

Mar 16, 2026

Echoes Under the Streetlight 2

Pop Ballad

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Under the neon, open on seven, the rain writes names on glass,

You left your blue jacket on the back of a cafe chair,

Price button away, the cuff was frayed, I spilled coffee moon on the saucer,

Our map folded where we stopped to laugh, Your voice so warm, a crackle on a cheap jukebox,

Small sparks that stayed, I keep the hand between my fingers,

Count the stitches like a prayer, Little traces of you that tug me back from nowhere.

Your echo keeps me breathing through the night, It draws the outline of your smile beneath the

street light, One blue coat, one coffee ring, the ticket you forgot to tear.

Your echo keeps me breathing, I find you everywhere.

You left a dorm full of coastal train, With a suitcase and a song,

Said the sea had room for dreams, That couldn't stay in town too long,

I kept the coin that jingled in your pocket, Kept the receipts from June,

Your life still lives in the doorway, Where the morning met the moon,

I learned to read the city, Like the lines you traced in maps,

Following headlights, following footprints, The small and sudden gaps.

Your echo keeps me breathing through the night, I tuck your rhythm in my ribs and hold it tight,

I won't fold up our map or let the melody depart, Your echo keeps me breathing, I carry you in heart.

You said the harbor called you by name, Promised to rise under tides,

I begged you to stay, We argued by the bakery where the neon hides,

You left your jacket on the chair, Your ticket slipped beneath the tray,

I thought hearing you was punishment, I learned it's the compass that shows the way.

Now I follow like small-style decor, In the left the knock to overcome,

Not to chase what left the platform, But to know when to hold on and when to give up.

Your echo keeps me breathing through the night, Now it leads me down the avenue into light,

Those coffins that hold your care.

You said the harbor called you by name, Promised to rise under tides,

I begged you to stay, We argued by the bakery where the neon hides,

You left your jacket on the chair, Your ticket slipped beneath the tray,

I thought hearing you was punishment, I learned it's the compass that shows the way.

Now I follow like small-style decor, In the left the knock to overcome,

Not to chase what left the platform, But to know when to hold on and when to give up.

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