Sharpie Ink and Silver Thread

[Intro]
[Verse]
Thrifted wool and silver thread
Words I thought were long since dead
Fingers find a plastic edge
Resting on a velvet ledge
Sharpie ink is fading fast
A little ghost out of the past
[Pre-Chorus]
Dust motes dance in golden light
Everything feels soft and right
A name I haven't said in years
Without the salt of any tears
[Chorus]
Oh, the girl I used to be
Hidden in the symphony
Lo-fi tracks and static hiss
A quiet kind of morning bliss
We were young and we were small
Writing secrets on the wall
Now you're here inside my sleeve
A little reason to believe
[Post-Chorus]
Spinning slow
Letting go
In the glow
Don't you know?
[Verse]
Track four was your favorite song
We played it all the summer long
Lying on the basement floor
Wondering what life held in store
Small regrets like folded lace
Lost inside a different space
[Chorus]
Oh, the girl I used to be
Hidden in the symphony
Lo-fi tracks and static hiss
A quiet kind of morning bliss
We were young and we were small
Writing secrets on the wall
Now you're here inside my sleeve
A little reason to believe
[Bridge]
It doesn't ache the way it did
The heavy things that we both hid
Just a hum of harmonica
Like a blurred out replica
Of a heart that's mended now
Even if I don't know how
[Verse]
The player skips on track eleven
A piece of our own little heaven
I see your face in every note
Tucked inside this heavy coat
The girl in there is still alive
Learning how to just survive
I'll keep the disk and keep the coat
A tiny, handwritten love note
[Chorus]
Oh, the girl I used to be
Hidden in the symphony
Lo-fi tracks and static hiss
A quiet kind of morning bliss
We were young and we were small
Writing secrets on the wall
Now you're here inside my sleeve
A little reason to believe
[Outro]