Verse 1
We eat our dinner, Netflix talking in the back
You laugh at scenes but we don’t talk about the cracks
Your hand in mine feels more like habit now
We kiss goodnight but I don’t know you somehow
You ask about my day, I give the safe reply
We both avoid the things we’re scared to try
The silence doesn’t scream, it just exists
Like something dying slow we won’t admit
Pre-Chorus
We say “I love you” like it’s understood
Same words, same tone, like we know we should
Nothing is broken, nothing’s wrong
So why does staying feel this long?
Chorus
We’ve got the house, the keys, the photographs
Smiling wide like we don’t see the aftermath
From the outside it’s beautiful
But I don’t feel you anymore
We’ve got the plans, the rings, the future drawn
But every touch feels slightly off
We have it all, at least that’s what it looks like
So why does love feel this quiet?
Verse 2
We sleep back to back on opposite sides
Two steady hearts but no real fire
Your perfume lingers in the sheets
But you don’t reach for me in your sleep
We talk about trips we’ll never take
About “someday” like it’s not too late
We’re building walls we’ll both defend
Calling this comfort, not the end
Pre-Chorus
We say “we’re fine” and close the door
Like that’s what people settle for
No shattered glass, no big goodbye
Just something fading out of sight
Chorus
We’ve got the house, the keys, the photographs
Smiling wide like we don’t see the aftermath
From the outside it’s beautiful
But I don’t feel you anymore
We’ve got the plans, the rings, the future drawn
But every touch feels slightly off
We have it all, at least that’s what it looks like
So why does love feel this quiet?
Bridge
Maybe we’re scared of starting new
Maybe lonely’s less with two
Maybe comfort’s just a cage
With softer walls we’re scared to break
If I’m honest, I don’t know
If I still love you… or just the role
Final Chorus / Outro
We’ve got the house, the keys, the photographs
Proof enough for anyone who asks
Yeah, from the outside it’s beautiful
But something here is gone
We have it all — at least that’s what it looks like
But love shouldn’t feel this quiet
We have it all…
And still it feels like nothing at all.
Tonenico
