Lights Fading

Light's fading, the city's clear,
But your touch won't go away.
I know I should be moving on,
But the nights keep playing our song.
Light's fading, and I'm still here.
I found your sweater underneath my bed,
It smells like summer and bad decisions.
The train runs late, but I don't mind,
It gives me time to think it through.
Every song that plays reminds me how we danced in your kitchen.
I keep hoping that you'll call me,
Even though I know you won't.
Light's fading, but I'm still here,
In the glow of what we made.
Light's fading, the city's clear,