Love’s addiction

I give you space but my chest won’t learn the lesson,

Phone face-down, still I feel your name in my direction.

I’m fine to everybody—yeah, I play it cool and silent,

But inside I’m pacing halls I built just to keep me from crying.

Then you smiled and it cracked me—soft, effortless, true,

Pulled out the inner child I buried just to make it through.

Now I’m missing your giggle like air when I’m underwater,

And every hour without you tastes like another altar.

I don’t wanna be a weight on your shoulders,

So I swallow the “I miss you” and I hold it.

But if love is a wave, I’m out here in the open—

Let it hit me… I’ll still keep rowing.

’Cause I’m addicted to you—love addiction, no cure,

I don’t mind the withdrawal if it means you’re safe and sure.

If you need the distance, I’ll respect the line you drew,

But my heart keeps running home, running home to you.

Even quiet, even hurt, I keep my promise true—

Home is always worth coming back to… and home is you.

I fought my monsters in rooms nobody else could see,

Learned to wear armor like it’s stitched into my jeans.

I used to love with my guard up—half in, half gone,

Then you laughed like a sunrise and my fortress came undone.

So take your time, I won’t chase, I won’t drag you through my storm,

I’ll be steady in the doorway where the light stays warm.

And if the world gets loud, if your thoughts start to attack—

Just remember: you can breathe, and you can come back.

I’ll live my life, I’ll build my path, I’ll get my footing right,

But I won’t pretend I don’t want you every night.

I’m learning patience like a prayer I never knew—

Say it slow… say it true.

’Cause I’m addicted to you—love addiction, no cure,

I don’t mind the withdrawal if it means you’re safe and sure.

If you need the distance, I’ll respect the line you drew,

But my heart keeps running home, running home to you.

Even quiet, even hurt, I keep my promise true—

Home is always worth coming back to… and home is you.

[Bridge] (more intimate, almost whispered)

If you asked me to wait, I’d wait—no pride, no games,

I’d cross my underworld barefoot, I’d still speak your name.

I can carry the longing, I can carry the ache,

Just don’t call yourself a burden—don’t let that be what you take.

If you ever wonder, “Would he choose me again?”

Yeah… every version, every life, every end.

[Underworld Reprise] (ghostly, distant)

Even quiet… even hurt…

If you ever turn around… you’ll still find me.

Home is always worth coming back to…

(soft) and home is you.

So I’ll heal, I’ll breathe, I’ll let you move how you need to—

But don’t forget… my love stays here… like an open door for you.