I think I'm starting to forget his face
Each day the picture fades away a little more
How many lines were on his brow?
I used to know, but I don't now
Cuz I am starting to forget
I think I'm starting to forget his hands
Not how they looked,
But how they felt when holding mine
Think I remember they felt strong,
But I can't be sure, it's been so long
And I am starting to forget
Who would have thought that a couple of weeks
Could feel like a couple of years?
And for every little thing I remember exactly
Something else disappears
And I can still see him walking in with his briefcase
His favorite brown hat on his head
And he give me a kiss
And he whispers something to me
But I can't remember what he said
I think I'm starting to forget his voice
The way he spoke, the way he sang,
The things he said
I hear him singing me a song, but it sounds weird,
The words sound wrong
And I am starting to forget
Each day the picture fades away some more
Hard as I try to never let it him disappear
It's not like I don't think that I should
It's not like I don't wish that I could
Remember him
Still, I am starting to forget