I wrote “If It’s Over, Why Do I Still Feel You?” about that strange, in-between place after a breakup—when you’ve moved on in theory, but their presence still lingers in every little thing. It’s about the echoes of love that don’t fade, no matter how much you try to let go.
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If It’s Over, Why Do I Still Feel You? Lyrics
Took the photos off the wall, left the key under the mat,
Told myself, this is better—ain’t no lookin’ back.
You took the car, I kept the couch,
But the echoes in this house, they’re getting way too loud.
I tell myself we had to break,
But your name still burns in the space you left.
If it’s done, why do I still feel you?
Every night, still fightin’ with the truth.
If you’re gone, why’s your ghost still callin’?
Like a song stuck playin’ in the room.
It’s all for love, all for love,
But love don’t feel like losin’ you.
New apartment, different street, but I still walk like you’re next to me,
Every café, every seat, I swear I hear you laugh in my dreams.
And I know you’re movin’ on,
Dressed up, lookin’ good, like nothing’s wrong.
I tell myself it’s all okay,
But I still set the table the same damn way.
If it’s done, why do I still feel you?
Every night, still fightin’ with the truth.
If you’re gone, why’s your ghost still callin’?
Like a song stuck playin’ in the room.
It’s all for love, all for love,But love don’t feel like losin’ you.
If I knew what I know now,
Would I fight? Would I stay? Would we figure it out?
Or was this always how it ends?
Just two strangers who once loved, now just past tense.
If it’s done, why do I still feel you?
Every night, still fightin’ with the truth.
If you’re gone, why’s your ghost still callin’?
Like a song stuck playin’ in the room.
It’s all for love, all for love,
But love don’t feel like losin’ you.
Took the photos off the wall, left the key under the mat,
But some things don’t fade, no matter where you’re at.
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