🎵 Title: "i still wear your last words" Tagline: “they cling like perfume and promises.”

🎵 Title: "i still wear your last words"
Tagline: “they cling like perfume and promises.”

[Verse 1]
Your coat’s still hanging by the door,
Like you might walk in, like before.
But the echo of your voice is all that comes,
Soft as dusk, sharp as drums.

The way you smiled beneath that sky,
Still paints my dreams when I close my eyes.
You whispered love like a secret vow,
I still wear your last words now.

[Chorus]
I still wear your last words—
Like perfume on my skin,
Like a truth I never wanted,
But I keep letting in.
They dance through the silence,
Like ghosts in empty rooms,
Wrapped in every heartbeat,
And every full moon.

[Verse 2]
The night remembers where we stood,
Two shadows stitched into the wood.
You left, but the quiet stayed behind—
A lullaby for the lonely kind.

That smile of yours, it lit my soul,
Now it's just a flame I can't control.
Still warm, still wild, still somehow near—
Like the memory of you I hold dear.

[Chorus]
I still wear your last words—
Like perfume on my skin,
Like a promise in the hallway
That won’t stop echoing in.
They hold me like you used to,
In the hush before the storm,
Soft as goodbye,
But endlessly warm.

[Bridge]
And if forever never found its way,
I’d still choose you anyway.
Your voice is stitched into the air,
In every silence, you’re still there.

[Final Chorus]
I still wear your last words—
They bloom and they burn,
Like letters never opened,
Like pages that still turn.
They cling like perfume and promises,
Like the hush before the fall...
You’re gone, but your goodbye
Still says it all.

YouTube thumbnail Image Prompt

Create a cinematic, emotionally evocative horizontal artwork in a 19:6 aspect ratio, perfect for a YouTube music thumbnail.

Scene Description:
A dimly lit bedroom at golden hour, sunlight spilling softly through half-open curtains. In the center-left foreground, a girl sits alone at the edge of the bed, gently holding a crumpled letter or shirt to her chest, eyes closed as if inhaling a memory. Her expression is calm but haunted — she is “wearing” the memory.
In the background, faint traces of a male figure (a memory or ghostlike silhouette) fade into the light near the door — a subtle visual metaphor for "last words" lingering in the air.
A soft pink hue mixes with twilight blues to give the scene a dreamy, nostalgic mood. Dust particles catch the light, adding texture.

Text to include on Thumbnail (centered, bold, and very clear):