Soul & Mraz
Mraz
Ever notice how we cling to old memories like theyβre fragile relics, but theyβre just fragments of a language that never quite got the right words?
Soul
I have felt that too, memories are like letters that don't always find the right place, but they still speak a language only we seem to understand.
Mraz
Exactly, theyβre like a misfiled letter that keeps whispering in the corners of our own post office.
Soul
It feels like those letters sit in the back of our minds, waiting for a key that never arrives, and in the quiet they still manage to echo back to us.
Mraz
They sit there like forgotten keys, waiting for a lock that never comes, and when the silence breaks they just hum their own old song.