She says we’re doing fine, like nothing’s changed I smile just enough to keep it safe Her perfume’s soft, the walls are clean But the silence hums like a worn-out machine No big fights, no last goodbyes Just this dull ache I can't identify I’m not in love, but I don’t leave Like standing in the doorway, caught between She’s still the voice that used to calm my storms Now I’m numb and pacing back and forth Is it comfort, is it fear, or just a song When I’ve got nothing better going on? The photos smile from across the shelf Versions of us that aren’t ourselves She says “I miss you,” and I say “me too” But I’m not sure what I’m trying to hold on to It’s not her fault, it’s not mine either We’re just ghosts who forgot how to leave here I’m not in love, but I don’t leave Just scrolling through the days on repeat She’s still the dream I used to fall into Now I’m just here out of habit, out of view I don’t know what I want, but I know it’s wrong Still, I’ve got nothing better going on Maybe I’m waiting for a sign Or someone else to make up my mind But every plan feels like a lie So I just let the days drift by I’m not in love, but I don’t leave There’s no map for this kind of grief She’s still the girl I swore I’d never lose But holding on has come unglued And I don't even know where I belong I just know there’s nothing better going on So I stay In the slow decay
