What I’ve Got Left of You Verse 1 You were always good at walking in like you owned the whole damn night— Laughing loud, a cigarette hanging careless in the light. Every woman in the room would watch you without meaning to, And I’d just shake my head and grin—'cause that was simply you. Verse 2 You’d pick up that old guitar like it was part of your own bones, Play a song you wrote at midnight when the night felt too alone. You were fire wrapped in funny, you were heartbreak wrapped in charm, A wild and restless spirit with a storm beneath the calm. Chorus And what I’ve got left of you is the way you made things brighter, The jokes you cracked at dawn, the way you held my world much lighter. You hid your storms in laughter that the bottle only grew, I lost you to the darkness, but I kept the best of you— And I’m grateful for the pieces that are what I’ve got left of you. Verse 3 We rambled half the country Drivin’ trucks that shouldn’t last, Chasing miles and quiet diners, letting small-town nights drift past. You were more than just a wanderer, more than smoke and worn-out shoes— You were poetry and trouble, you were every shade of truth. Verse 4 I saw the way your darkness kept a hold you couldn’t shake, How you’d smile through all the hurting that your heart could barely take. You weren’t built for slowing down, but you were honest, bold, and true— And it damn near broke me open the day the world lost you. Chorus Yeah, what I’ve got left of you is the fire you gave so freely, The faith you had in broken things, the way you stood beside me. You taught me how to stand again when life cut me in two. I lost you to the shadows, but I carry what was true— And I’m grateful for the heartbeat in what I’ve got left of you. Bridge Maybe loving people means you hold the parts that stay, Gather up the gold that all the breaking couldn’t take. You’re gone, but every mile we shared still colors what I do— And I live just a little braver with what I’ve got left of you. Final Chorus ’Cause what I’ve got left of you is the part that never faltered— The wild boy with the crooked grin, the poet and the wanderer. You’re gone from every moment, but you’re woven in the view— I lost you to the bottle, but I kept the best of you. And I’m grateful for the good things in what I’ve got left of you. Outro Yeah, I’m grateful for the good things In what I’ve got left of you.