I'm in bedded in every inch of his life.
Maybe he loves you but you see me reflected in his eyes.
You walk in his room and know my scent still haunts the place.
Do you find yourself ignoring the way he lights up in places still stained with the ghost of us?
His mom still loves me you know.
Can you see it in his eyes when my memories come to his mind?
Lately your wondering if he'll love you the way he loved me.
I was his first, our souls are marked by one another.
Your standing in my shadow in his eyes.
I'm sorry for the kisses we shared,
Even when it's been you holding his hand.
I'm sorry for the calls and laughs we still share.
Seven years, we called each other home.
When you lay inside his walls, remember I still call it home