[Opening - bass and low cello begin immediately; both vocals enter separately over the same relaxed groove, fully melodic] [Female] You’re halfway through a game. [Male] You’re halfway through a book. [Female] You’ve lost to the same thing three times. [Male] You keep pretending not to look. [Female] I’m not. [Male] You are. [Female] Maybe a little. [Both, soft harmony] Neither one of us is getting much done. [Verse 1 - dry drums and muted Rhodes settle into the groove; singers trade short observations] [Male] You’ve been scrolling for an hour, feet tucked underneath my side. You said you weren’t getting comfortable. [Female] I changed my mind. You’re wearing those old flannel pants and the shirt I keep insulting. [Male] You keep saying I should throw it out. [Female] You keep not listening. [Male] There’s something on the television. [Female] Couldn’t tell you what. [Male] Dinner’s still sitting on the table. [Female] And we forgot about the ice cream again. [Pre-Chorus - cello becomes more melodic; their lines begin overlapping slightly] [Female] Nothing worth remembering. [Male] Nothing anyone would photograph. [Female] You look over. [Male] You start smiling. [Female] You ask why. [Both] “Nothing.” [Chorus - warm two-part harmony, simple and highly singable] [Both] I love doing nothing with you. Same old couch, the whole night loose. You do your thing, I’ll do mine. Somehow we still call it spending time. We can talk or not at all. Trade the blanket, lose the show. I don’t need anywhere new. I love doing nothing with you. [Verse 2 - playful call-and-response; bass stays deep while percussion becomes slightly bouncier] [Female] You show me something funny that I saw six days ago. [Male] You laugh like it is brand new. [Female] Because you’re laughing harder than the joke. [Male] I tell you, “Watch this part.” [Female] I look up three seconds late. [Male] You missed the only good bit. [Female] Then play it again. [Male] You steal the blanket. [Female] You started it. [Male] I was cold. [Female] You have your own. [Male] Yours is better. [Female] That is not how blankets work. [Both, smiling delivery] We spend twenty minutes picking something and miss half of it anyway. [Refrain - beat strips to bass, snaps, Rhodes, and cello pizzicato] [Male] No reservations. [Female] No getting dressed. [Male] No trying to impress you. [Female] Thank God for that. [Male] Your laugh from the other side of the couch. [Female] Your hand reaching over without looking. [Both] Some nights that’s more than enough. [Verse 3 - warmer, more revealing; each vocalist gets a longer uninterrupted thought] [Female] I used to think love needed evidence. Flowers, plans, the perfect night. Something I could point to later and say, “See, we did it right.” But I think I learned it somewhere between midnight and almost three. Love can sound like you in the background while I’m doing something completely unrelated to me. [Male] I used to think I had to fill the silence, keep you laughing, keep things good. Like if the night got too ordinary, maybe ordinary meant something was wrong. Then you started falling asleep beside me while I was still finishing a game. And somehow being trusted with your quiet felt bigger than anything I could plan. [Chorus - fuller harmony; female and male occasionally separate before rejoining] [Female] I love doing nothing with you. [Male] I love when there’s nothing we have to do. [Female] Hair tied up, my oldest shirt. [Male] You complain about your day, I let you finish first. [Both] We can talk or not at all. Your shoulder close, the volume low. I don’t need a better view. I love doing nothing with you. [Bridge - drums soften but do not disappear; male and female alternate longer melodic phrases, then overlap] [Male] You don’t have to entertain me. [Female] You don’t have to fill the air. [Male] You can disappear into your own world. [Female] And somehow I still feel you there. [Male] No performance. [Female] No pressure. [Male] No perfect version I need from you. [Female] I didn’t know peace could feel this much like somebody choosing you. [Male] I didn’t know closeness could be quiet. [Female] I didn’t know quiet could feel this good. [Both] Maybe love is sometimes just being understood without saying anything at all. [Final Chorus - warmest two-part harmony; bass, cello, Rhodes, and restrained guitar all present, no oversized climax] [Both] I love doing nothing with you. You play your game, I read beside you. Same old couch, familiar room. An ordinary afternoon. We can laugh or not at all. Fall asleep before the show is through. I don’t need a perfect night. [Female] I just like existing next to you. [Male] I just like knowing you’re next to me. [Both] No big moment. No grand design. Just your life happening next to mine. I could spend forever like we do. Doing nothing. Doing nothing with you.
