Day 2 of Writing a song every day until Conversations with Angels reaches 20k streams on Spotify.
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Conversations with Angels: https://album.link/i/1770874913
My Website: www.evieclair.com
Lyrics:
I miss you when the nights are cold
And I’m all alone
Can’t pick up the phone and call you any more
I miss you when it’s hard to fight
I can’t see the light
When I know what right but I feel too far gone
But there’s a different kind of hurt
Only God knows this one’s worse
It’s days like these that I miss you most
When things just go like they’re supposed to go
Sunday dinners we’re all there
Everyone’s full but there’s an empty chair
Bedtime stories to my baby girl
When she looks at my like I’m her whole wide world
The way that I used to look at you
I’m trying to do what you taught me to
But it’s days like these that it hurt the most
When the sun shines through your ghost
Like when I hear the keys in the door
At half past four
And remember you don’t come home anymore
But there’s a different kind of hurt
Only God knows this one’s worse
It’s days like these that I miss you most
When things just go like they’re supposed to go
Sunday dinners we’re all there
Everyone’s full but there’s an empty chair
Bedtime stories to my baby girl
When she looks at my like I’m her whole wide world
The way that I used to look at you
I’m trying to do what you taught me to
But it’s days like these that it hurt the most
When the sun shines through your ghost
It’s nights like these that I miss you more
I look at the stars, remember what they’re for
I see you guiding me up there
When my heart is full
There’s still an empty chair
I’m telling stories to my baby girl
Tellin her about how you’re my whole wide world
Trying to be who you’d want me to be
Trying to see all the colors you see
Yeah it’s days like these that it hurt the most
When the sun shines through your ghost
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