When It Was Yours

But I remember when it mattered most.
This was your favorite, not mine.
I learned to love it over time,
Now I'm spinning what you left behind.
This was your favorite, not mine.
The melody still makes me cry.
Back to when your hand was holding mine.
The scents are bright, they fill the air.
Someone's dancing without a care,
They don't know what this rhythm means,
How it played through all your dreams.
I mixed it in just after 12, kept this moment for myself.
The floor is full,
But I'm alone with the song that took me home.
The beat goes on, the lights shine bright,