[Verse 1]
Cold hallways, a rented room with one dying lamp,
A cracked photograph caught in the frame, your smile gone damp.
Lipstick on my coffee cup, a hand-me-down of you,
An ashtray on the window ledge, moonlight on a bruise.
That little silver cloud — the vape that stole our nights,
A hush of amber smoke that blurred the truth from sight.
You chased a hollow halo, I watched the choir fall quiet,
Cathedral of our promises bowed under a lighter's diet.
[Pre-Chorus]
I would fold back every hour, stitch the seam you tore,
Erase the charcoal letters mapped across my door.
But doors lock like bones and keys burn in your palm,
You close the book and walk away, indifferent and calm.
[Chorus]
Shadows of regret — your smoke blew out our light.
Shadows of regret — I reach and you turn from the night.
Shadows of regret — your smoke blew out our light.
Shadows of regret — I reach and you turn from the night.
[Verse 2]
You leave your jacket on the chair, still smelling faint of cloves,
A Polaroid with the corner torn, the city spelling our oaths.
You answer with a razor smile, rude like falling glass,
Say we were always brittle things, meant never to last.
I hear them voice it plainly: "Toxic, better off apart,"
While the silver pen still rests like contraband in my heart.
Your eyes are stone in winter—refuse to warm or bend,
I beg for friendship and you sharpen silence into end.
[Pre-Chorus]
Could I unmake the morning when the first inhale began?
Smear the memory from my lungs with both hands on the plan?
I press my palm against the pane where condensation runs,
Trace the outline of a time we thought we'd outlast suns.
[Chorus]
Shadows of regret — your smoke blew out our light.
Shadows of regret — I reach and you turn from the night.
Shadows of regret — your smoke blew out our light.
Shadows of regret — I reach and you turn from the night.
[Bridge]
If I could steal the hour back, I'd pry your vice from the dark,
Snuff the ember at its start, bury every single spark.
I would return the lighter to the place where lovers keep vows,
Burn the map of your excuses, fold them into a house.
But pleading leaves a different mark—a quieter, colder truth:
I taught myself to tremble less and teach my body youth.
So I will stop tracing footsteps where your footsteps never stay,
I'll bury that small silver cloud and learn to breathe another way.
[Solo — Wailing guitar, organ drone, a choir of minor harmonies]
[Final Chorus]
Shadows of regret — your smoke blew out our light.
Shadows of regret — I reach and you turn from the night.
Shadows of regret — your smoke blew out our light.
Shadows of regret — I reach and you turn from the night.
[Outro]
I leave a relic on the sill: the mute metal, dulled and cold,
A photograph with a cigarette burn that finally told:
We weren't a flawless story, just a lesson carved in skin,
Charcoal letters fading; I keep the margin, not the sin.
If fate is cruel and whispers "toxic," I'll answer with this token:
I couldn't save us from
