[Intro – softly spoken, fingerpicked guitar] There’s a picture on the wall of us, Before everything fell apart. I’m staring at it again, Tryna remember when we still called that house a home. [Verse 1 – half-sung, half-spoken] Mum had her dreams in a bottle of fame, Lipstick stains on the edge of a frame, Dad had his heart down a whiskey drain, And I swore I’d never be the same. Jessica sang to drown out the noise, Sixteen, screaming just to have a choice. I’d play the chords while she’d make the voice, Two broken kids with a stolen joy. [Break – short guitar riff, soft hums] We built our own escape, In the cracks of the mirror they made. [Verse 2 – spoken with emotion rising] Nights got long, Walls got thin, Mum was out chasing spotlights again. Dad came home with that wild-eyed grin, And I learned to hide the fear under my skin. Jess would hold my hand and say, “Someday, we’ll play in a place far away.” But even when we left that town behind, Those ghosts followed in the back of my mind. [Chorus – sung softly, then rising] We were just kids in the ruins of love, Reaching for light no one turned on above. But through all the dark and all of the blame, We found a stage, and we carved out our name. Yeah, we carved out our name. [Bridge – quiet, then building tension] Now every time I hear her sing, I still see that broken swing, Rust and rope and childhood dreams, The soundtrack to the in-between. And I play my bass like a prayer for peace, For the ones we lost and the ones we keep. We made it out, but I never forget, The house that taught us how to regret. [Final Chorus – full emotion, fading guitar] We were just kids in the ruins of love, Reaching for light no one turned on above. But through all the dark, the hurt, the flame, We found our voice, and we carved out our name. [Outro – softly spoken] So if you hear us on the radio, Know it came from pain we don’t always show. Two kids, one dream, one sound… Still healing, somehow. (Guitar fades out with a single slow strum)
