Verse 1
We stack the days like dishes in a sink, one on top of the other,
Talk in half-sentences and leave the rest for later.
The city hums a tired hymn beneath our windowlight,
And every small concession feels like giving up a little more of night.
Pre-Chorus
We trade our edges for a softer shape, pretend the cracks are fine,
Counting bargains with our breath until the numbers cross the line.
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Chorus
How much can we take before the seams begin to show?
How long do we pretend the river won’t overflow?
We hold our hands like fragile things and hope they don’t break,
Tell me, how much can we take.
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Verse 2
You fold your silence into pockets and call it peace,
I learn the art of walking round the things we never speak.
There’s a list of little compromises pinned to the fridge,
Each one a quiet treaty that we signed without a witness.
Pre-Chorus
We keep the lights on in the rooms where memories might fade,
Hoping illumination will erase the choices we have made.
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Chorus
How much can we take before the seams begin to show?
How long do we pretend the river won’t overflow?
We hold our hands like fragile things and hope they don’t break,
Tell me, how much can we take.
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Bridge
Maybe strength is not the silence but the courage to confess,
To name the weight we carry and to ask for something less.
Maybe love is not endurance but the willingness to change,
To move the furniture of habit and rearrange.
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Chorus Variation
How much can we take when the quiet starts to ache?
How long will we mistake endurance for the same?
If holding on is breaking us, then what are we trying to save?
Tell me, how much can we take.
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Outro
So let the truth be small and honest, let it start with one small thing,
A single sentence spoken, a single bell to ring.
If we can learn to answer when the question finally wakes,
Maybe then we’ll know how much we can take.
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