Yeah…
Some things sound better when you don’t say ‘em out loud.
But they still echo,
right under your breath.

Kept your name like smoke in my lungs,
Still burns soft when the night gets young.
Tried to write it down, but the words won’t stay,
They fade like ghosts when I look away.
Every “sorry” I saved for later,
Turned to rust, just another prayer.
Every secret sittin’ on my chest,
Still hummin’ quiet under my breath.

Under my breath, I still say your name,
Even though I know it don’t sound the same.
Every goodbye, I still taste the flame,
Whispered love in a world to blame.
Yeah, under my breath, I still keep you close,
Buried in lines that nobody knows.
Can’t forget, but I learned, I guess,
Some words are best left under my breath.

Time moved on, but I stayed behind,
Talkin’ to echoes I can’t rewind.
The past don’t leave, it just hides in the walls,
Waitin’ for the night when the silence calls.
Every song I write got your fingerprints,
Every bar still bleeds what I meant.
I ain’t bitter, I ain’t blessed,
Just haunted sweetly, under my breath.

Under my breath, I still say your name,
Even though I know it don’t sound the same.
Every goodbye, I still taste the flame,
Whispered love in a world to blame.
Yeah, under my breath, I still keep you close,
Buried in lines that nobody knows.
Can’t forget, but I learned, I guess,
Some words are best left under my breath.

Not every truth need an echo,
Not every wound need a show.
Sometimes love’s just quiet sorrow,
That teaches you how to let go.

Now I talk less, listen more,
Found peace in the spaces I ignored.
Maybe I’m fine, maybe I’m not,
But I’m lighter than I thought.
Still got ghosts in my chest,
But they hum like friends, not threats.
Yeah, I learned the best kind of rest,
Is breathin’ peace under my breath.

Under my breath, I still say your name,
Even though I know it don’t sound the same.
Every goodbye, I still taste the flame,
Whispered love in a world to blame.
Yeah, under my breath, I still keep you close,
Buried in lines that nobody knows.
Can’t forget, but I learned, I guess,
Some words are best left under my breath.

If love don’t fade…
it just learns to rest.
Under my breath.