[Singer-Songwriter Moody Folk Sparse · Intimate · Late Night Complicated Relationship A Minor · 70 BPM Storytelling Voice] [A minor · 70 BPM · Sparse guitar, cello, silence[ [Verse 1] The porch light's been burned out for a week now Neither one of us has changed the bulb We sit out here in what the dark allows And talk about the things we never could [Pre-Chorus] You said you're fine — I heard it wrong The kind of fine that means hold on [Chorus] We're good at this — the late night version Where everything we meant comes through Where all the careful words stop working And all that's left is me and you We're good at this — the 2am confession The kind of love that lives in low light We're good at all of this But nothing lasts past morning light [Verse 2] You pour the last of something in the glasses We don't address the elephant we keep We've gotten good at these slow, quiet disasters Two people who are very good at almost [Pre-Chorus] I reached for your hand — you let me The kind of let that costs everything [Bridge] I know you kept the drawer I left my things in I know you sleep on your side of the bed I know that love and habit look the same from certain angles I know exactly what we haven't said [Final Chorus — stripped, then swelling] We're good at this — the late night version Where everything we meant comes through But I've been living in this conversation Like it's the only thing I know to do We're good at this — the 2am admission That we've been holding on too tight We're good at this But good at this Isn't the same as right [Outro — single guitar note, fading] The porch light's been burned out for a week now I think we both prefer the dark tonight
