Verse 1 High school sweethearts, picture-perfect lie Parking lot coffees watching summers die Caps in the air, then they split that road Different beds, different rings, different kind of hope Time moves fast, life gets strange Run into ghosts that still know your name Two little hands from two broken starts Old sparks flicker in familiar dark Pre-Chorus One year deep and they’re playing pretend Diamond on a knee like “this is the end” White dress promises, shotgun dreams Didn’t see the cracks in between Chorus They were screaming “We made it!” from the rooftop high But the walls were shaking every time they lied Champagne smiles, but the truth felt thin Love looked good—didn’t live within From the outside they were solid gold Inside, just a house full of ghosts Standing tall in the spotlight glow On a foundation ready to blow Verse 2 Keys to a house, newborn cries Matching rings and matching lies Three kids deep, but the love’s uneven One gets all, two just survive it She plays saint with a sharpened tongue Cuts so clean you don’t feel the blood He drowns doubts in another drink Another body just to stop the think Pre-Chorus 2 She swears it’s fine, says “you’re insane” Turns every mirror into his blame Friends disappear one lie at a time Truth gets buried to keep her crown Chorus They were screaming “We made it!” like it meant something real While the floor gave way beneath their heels Posted perfection, framed and posed But the truth kept leaking through the clothes Everybody sees the writing clear Everybody knows how this ends here But he’s seeing love through a blood-red haze Rose-colored glasses, self-made cage Bridge Love shouldn’t feel like walking on glass Or holding your breath so the moment can last If staying hurts more than letting go That’s not forever—that’s fear holding close Breakdown Three kids watching cracks in the walls Learning silence before they can talk This ain’t just love falling apart It’s damage passed down, heart to heart Final Chorus They were screaming “We made it!” but nobody won Just damage handed down, generation by one Love don’t lie, don’t twist, don’t trap Don’t turn a home into a combat map There’s only one way this story bends Truth or ruin—pick how it ends Rose-colored glasses, pouring rain Still praying somehow it’ll change Outro High school sweethearts—so they say Some loves don’t die, they decay
