From the recording Madame Demos, Vol. I
Written and composed by Brooke Mackintosh
Produced by Brooke Mackintosh with Suno
© 2026 Brooke Mackintosh, BMI. All rights reserved.
Lyrics
Yours
When it rains it pours
Everything in threes
I keep seeing fours
Watching over me
I still see your eyes
How you see me
Never not surprised
You could ever leave
Because what I've been used to
Is bein fine without you
getting good at being lonesome
On my own
some sunny day I might stop
Loathing
waking from dreams without you
I know what I'd do if you told me
You wish you could hold me
I would never let you feel lonely
If you love something
Let it go
If it returns, it was meant to be
Blow out the candles
Lined now in rows
Still wishful thinking
I guess I'm kind of used to
Being without you
Still I can't stop
Hoping for change
I'm getting good at
Living without proof
You ever felt the same
But I'd still choose
Your kiss over his
And I'm not alone
With a memory like this
Full of moonlight and starry skies
reflecting in your eyes
And the gentlest of touches
To ever exist
I am yours
I am yours
I was yours when we met
I am yours
I am yours
I won't let you forget
I am yours
I am yours
As if you never left
I am yours
I'll be yours
Till the fire dies we lit
til the fire dies
and the ash arise
wipe dust from our eyes
heal scars from
too many lives
without you by my side
I am yours
til the flame ignites
for the last time
in our last earthly life
and unites us in divine timing
yours
am I
yours
am I
yours
am I

