[Verse] Found your letter folded in the wheat, crisp like memory, stuck between the sheets. No address, just your name in blue, like a whisper stuck in the dust of you. I read it slow, like I’m savoring guilt, every line a trace of the world we didn’t build. Cereal crunch under my nails— your last words in sugar and steel. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t know where you are now, but I know what you left behind somehow. And I keep it safe, inside this box, where the dreams don’t talk, but they still knock. [Chorus] Love letters hidden in the cereal box, written in your hand, never sent, never lost. I read them when the silence gets loud, every word a ghost I can’t let go. Love letters hidden in the cereal box— you were mine in the quiet, in the fog. If you ever come back, I’ll show you the trace— a trail of old love, on a breakfast plate. [Verse] Your handwriting fades like a phone call cut short, but I trace each curve with my finger, like a prayer. The box is empty now, but I keep the frame, a shrine where your voice still plays the same. I drink the milk, even though it’s cold, chasing the flavor of who you might have been. Every bite’s a memory I can’t undo— a quiet war with the truth in you. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t know where you are now, but I know what you left behind somehow. And I keep it safe, inside this box, where the dreams don’t talk, but they still knock. [Chorus] Love letters hidden in the cereal box, written in your hand, never sent, never lost. I read them when the silence gets loud, every word a ghost I can’t let go. Love letters hidden in the cereal box— you were mine in the quiet, in the fog. If you ever come back, I’ll show you the trace— a trail of old love, on a breakfast plate. [Bridge] I didn’t burn them, no, I kept them warm, like a secret only the quiet can form. Even when the world got loud and mean, you lived in the crumbs, where the light still seen. And if love dies, let it die like a name— but leave a note in a cereal box again. [Chorus] Love letters hidden in the cereal box, written in your hand, never sent, never lost. I read them when the silence gets loud, every word a ghost I can’t let go. Love letters hidden in the cereal box— you were mine in the quiet, in the fog. If you ever come back, I’ll show you the trace— a trail of old love, on a breakfast plate. [Outro] Just a box… Just a name… Just your words… Like a dream I can’t let go.