Voicemails - Chloe Tang

I deleted pictures that I had of us

Throwing out the notes you left me once

And I’m taking all your weight right off my back

Clearing your part of the shelf like you couldn’t tell you were here

I followed protocol the second that I cut it off

Destroyed the evidence like it never happened at all

Now I’m blocking out the memories and running from the past

Like the air that we breathe, bed we would sleep

But there’s one thing I wanna keep

Voicemails in my phone

Listen when I feel alone

Threw away all your clothes

But it’s your voice I miss the most

Voicemails in my phone

Listen when I feel alone

Hard to let you go

When it’s your voice I miss the most

I miss the most

I miss the most

I miss the most

I miss the most