What Am I Supposed To Do With That

[Verse 1]
You’re laughing with her in the hallway
That easy smile I used to know
I’m standing still with the groceries
Pretending I don’t feel the blow
Twenty-five winters and summers
Coffee cups chipped on the sink
I bite my tongue till it’s bleeding
So I don’t say what I think
[Chorus]
I saw you in love and it wasn’t me
What am I supposed to do with that?
We made a promise
We wore those rings
Now I’m the ghost in our photograph
That flame came back
But it burned right past
Lit up her world
Left me in the ash
I saw you in love and it wasn’t me
What am I supposed to do with that?
[Verse 2]
You still fall asleep on my shoulder
But your dreams are somewhere else
I fold your shirts on the dryer
Try to remember myself
Our names still carved in the chapel
Somewhere in dust and stained glass
I trace the cracks in the plaster
Like all the lines in our past
[Chorus]
I saw you in love and it wasn’t me
What am I supposed to do with that?
We made a promise
We wore those rings
Now I’m the ghost in our photograph
That flame came back
But it burned right past
Lit up her world
Left me in the ash
I saw you in love and it wasn’t me
What am I supposed to do with that?
[Bridge]
Do I fight for a fire
That doesn’t feel mine? (oh why?)
Do I stay in this house
Just to keep living a lie?
I still wear your last name
Like a bruise I can’t hide
You’re right here beside me
But you’re not on my side
[Chorus]
I saw you in love and it wasn’t me
What am I supposed to do with that?
We made a promise
We wore those rings
Now I’m the ghost in our photograph
That flame came back
But it burned right past
Lit up her world
Left me in the ash
I saw you in love and it wasn’t me
What am I supposed to do with that?

pop, Slow, intimate pop ballad with female vocals; soft piano and subtle ambient pads in the verses, vocal right up front. Chorus blooms with warm strings and deep, round bass, drums entering gently with brushed snares and a roomy kick. Add delicate vocal harmonies on the hook line, leaving space in the bridge for a near-acapella moment before a final, swelling chorus., sad, slow