[72 BPM | Cinematic Indie Folk | Conversational storytelling | Build slowly.] [Intro] [SFX: Chair creaks. Coffee pours. A quiet laugh. No music.] You ever have one of those moments Where something catches you horny And before you even think You already know Who you'd tell? Then you remember... Nobody's there. [Piano enters.] [Verse 1] I reached for my phone Without even thinking Like muscle memory Still knows your name I'm not sad I just hate that part Love aint love After that [Verse 2] The world keeps handing out Little moments Birds arguing on a fence Crooked signs Clouds pretending to be something else I still collect them Old habits Don't disappear that easy [Pre-Chorus] Maybe that's why I write songs Some stories Still need somewhere to go [Chorus] I hate that part Finding something beautiful With nowhere to send it So I left it On your heart Anyway Maybe someday You'll find it there Still smiling [Instrumental] [Bridge] Sometimes I still catch myself Turning to say, "You'll never believe this..." Then I laugh Guess I did believe it Enough for both of us [Final Chorus] I hate that part But maybe that's love Still wanting To share the little things Even after The conversation changes [Outro] [SFX: Coffee mug placed on the table.] Love ain’t love After that... Unless It finds its way Home Love don’t live here anymore.
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