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A timeless 60’s-style soul blues ballad about heartbreak, memory, and the quiet moment you realize love has moved on. Emotional, romantic, and deeply poetic. Perfect for late-night listening and old-school soul lovers. 🎶💔 Lyrics (Verse 1) Moonlight leaking through these tired blinds, Your pillow’s cold, your perfume’s gone. Every clock keeps losing time, Like it knows I’ve been holding on too long. I reach for you out of habit still, Find the echo of your touch, This bed feels wider than it should, When you’re not here to feel my love. (Pre-Chorus) I keep dreaming we’re still breathing In the same old rhythm we once knew, But I wake up to the truth each morning— I’m alone without you. (Chorus) I’m sleeping on the wrong side of love, Where your heart used to be. I’m holding space for a memory That don’t make room for me. Every night I turn toward yesterday, Every morning proves me wrong. I’m sleeping on the wrong side of love, And the night feels twice as long. (Verse 2) Your laughter lingers in the walls, Like a record spinning low. I still answer when silence calls, Pretending you might come home. I told myself you’d change your mind, That forever just needed time, But some goodbyes don’t say a word, They just slowly cross the line. (Pre-Chorus) I keep hoping in my half-asleep prayers That you’ll reach across the dark, But hope gets quiet when it learns You’ve already moved your heart. (Chorus) I’m sleeping on the wrong side of love, On a promise worn thin. I’m laying next to what we were, While you’re waking up with him. Every night I turn toward yesterday, Every morning proves me wrong. I’m sleeping on the wrong side of love, And the night feels twice as long. (Outro) So I’ll roll toward the morning light, Let this lonely truth unfold. If loving you means losing sleep, Tonight I’m letting go.