Hold On to Yesterday (wersja 2)

Verse

Old tape hiss where your voice still lives

Static roses in a shoebox drawer

Your old scarf smells like the ferry we drove

Last summer's water on my collarbone

Every song on the radio now

Betrays me back to you somehow

I'm folding shirts and your name slips through

Like sand between my fingers, then it's gone

The coast looks different with you not here

Waves remember what I've forgotten

Fence still leans where our bikes used to hang

Chains gone quiet, silence like a song

Pre-Chorus

So tell me how do people learn to let go

I'm holding on so tight it's turning cold

Chorus

Hold on to yesterday like it owes us one more day

Hug the ache before it moves on to grey

Every scar still humming, I don't wanna move on yet

Hold on to yesterday, not a memory, but regret

Verse 2

Found your journal under floorboards in storage

Dog-eared pages curl like they remember more

Your handwriting's gone soft and faded now

But the ink still smells like that old coffee town

I keep replaying how it all went south

Every smile that turned into nothing after truth

Your mom sent me a care package, Christmas card

Photo of you smiling with someone new around here

My chest still clenches when I see your face

Two years gone and my ribs still chase you like a ghost

Nighttime's quieter now than it used to be

Just the sound of me breathing out what we were

Pre-Chorus

So tell me how do people learn to let go

I'm holding on so tight it's turning cold

Chorus

Hold on to yesterday like it owes us one more day

Hug the ache before it moves on to grey

Every scar still humming, I don't wanna move on yet

Hold on to yesterday, not a memory, but regret

Bridge

Maybe grief was just your hand holding mine in slow motion

Maybe letting go means I learn your face again

Not erased, just written softer underneath my skin

Chorus

Hold on to yesterday like it owes us one more day

Hug the ache before it moves on to grey

Every scar still humming, I don't wanna move on yet

Hold on to yesterday, not a memory, but regret