[Verse 1]
Neon rain rewrites your name across the glass,
Strobe-scratched pavement, city hums like a broken glass.
Your silhouette in subway windows blurs and stares,
I press my palm to the cold where your warmth once aired.
You said forever, then you sealed it with a click,
A six‑second voicemail where your laugh cut quick.
Static eats the ending, but the scar remains —
A hotline to the hollow where your echo reigns.
[Pre-Chorus]
I trace the outline of the night you let me go,
Heartbeat in a fist, the tempo moves too slow.
Your shadow pulls at me like thread through skin,
I twist and pull but you’re the storm I’m in.
[Chorus 1]
All the things you said — still inside my head,
A chorus of the words that bruise and bind.
All the lies you fed, all the tears I bled,
They loop in neon reels I cannot find.
[Post-Chorus / Hook]
Still inside my head — ah.
Still inside my head — ah.
[Verse 2]
Cracked Polaroid on the dash, lipstick crescent moon,
Your name a train station sign that hums a funeral tune.
Broken glass remembers every step I took with you,
The streets replay the syllables of what you do.
I stole your hoodie, kept the smell like contraband,
It’s a map of how you left me stranded, unplanned.
Every mirrored storefront holds the ghost of your grin,
I run my fingers over the rust where love had been.
[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t outrun the thunder, it’s stamped under my skin,
Every pulse a headline, every thought a sin.
Your shadow loops me in like tape on a wound,
I rehearse the goodbye you flung into the room.
[Chorus 2]
All the things you said — they pull me from my bed,
They yank the sheets like sirens tearing at the tide.
All the promises you bled, the quiet that you led,
They drag me through the alleys where your ghosts reside.
[Post-Chorus / Hook]
Still inside my head — ah.
Still inside my head — ah.
[Bridge]
In the locker at the station I found a matchbox heart,
A tiny shard of lipstick and the corner of a torn‑out part.
Your voicemail plays again: "I’ll find myself," then a click,
Like a gunshot in a movie — precise, deliberate, sick.
You taught me how to vanish, how to leave a clean erase,
But you forgot the fingerprints you left across my face.
This is the reveal — the wound that keeps me awake:
A Polaroid, a clipped excuse, the silence that you make.
[Final Chorus]
All the things you said — I’ll wear them till I’m dead,
A crown of brittle syllables I learned to braid.
All the scars you traced, all the promises you shed,
I’ll carry every echo like a blade I never laid.
All the things you said — still inside my head,
I’ll wear them till I’m dead — ah.
[Outro — whispered / fading]
Still inside my head — ah.
Still inside my head — ah.
Die with the echo, leave me with the sound —
All the things you said, still inside my head, still inside my head.
