I learned your silence like a second tongue translated every pause into a vow you never promised me a single thing But I was always writing futures down I memorized the way you took your coffee The songs you'd hum when you were lost in thought I held the weight of everything between us While you moved lightly, carrying nothing but yourself There's a kind of love that only moves one way Like a river running into dry, dry land I kept pouring, you kept staying dry And I called that love — but it was just my hands I was the only one awake at midnight The only one who counted every silence Searching for a meaning in the in-between You were just breathing — I was building altars I was the only one who needed saving From the story I was carefully creating You were just yourself, and I was something else A ghost in love with someone who never saw me You kept me close like something comfortable A habit and a hand when days grew long I told myself proximity was closeness And almost touching was almost enough I gave the best of what the years had made me The parts I'd kept from everyone before You took them gently, set them on the table And never once picked up a single one I was the only one still running toward you The only one still reading all the chapters Of a book you put down halfway through And never missed when it was gone I was the only one who knew the ending Before it came — and still kept turning pages You were just yourself, and I was something else A heart that loved the thought of being chosen I don't blame the river for the drought I don't blame the dark for lacking light Some people aren't the answer to your questions Some people are just passing through the night Maybe I was searching for a mirror And you were just a window — just a view And everything I thought I saw in you Was everything I was still looking for I was the only one who had to grieve this The only one whose name was in the wreckage You walked out easy, I walked out in pieces You barely noticed I was even gone But now I see the difference between loving And needing love so badly you invent it I gave you everything — and that was real The only lie was thinking you felt it too Only one leaving… And it was always me. [ Guitar dissolves into stillness ]
