[Intro — Female] You sleep facing the wall now. [Male only] You stopped reaching for me. [Female only] Because every time I reach... you act like you're somewhere else. [Male only] Maybe I am. [Verse 1 — Male only] We used to talk till four in the morning, now we barely make ten, You scroll beside me in the darkness, I keep asking where you been. Not physically. I know you're here. I'm talking mentally gone. Same woman laying beside me, but lately something feel wrong. I come home tired as fuck, you hit me with, “We need to talk.” I hear another responsibility before I even take my socks off. That's unfair. But that's honest. Pressure got me on defense. Bills, business, family shit, everybody needing ten percent. Then you need emotional presence and I know you fucking should. But some nights I got nothing left except providing what I could. So when you say, “You don't love me,” that shit make me wanna snap. Because everything I'm carrying I thought was love upon my back. [Pre-Chorus — Female only] But I can't hug the mortgage. I can't kiss a paid-off bill. I appreciate provision... but I need to know you still feel. [Hook — Both] Two sides of the bed, two people feeling alone. Both thinking the other stopped trying, both still calling this home. Two sides of the bed, one mattress, separate worlds. He thinks love means holding it down. She thinks love means holding her. Two sides of the bed... Maybe neither one stopped loving. Maybe life just got too loud and we stopped hearing each other. [Verse 2 — Female only] You think I don't notice pressure? Boy, I see it in your jaw. See you staring at the ceiling like you're calculating it all. I know everybody calls you. Know your family thinks you're strong. Know they hand you every problem like you can't ever say they're wrong. But who the fuck comforts me when I'm comforting the man? I work too. I get tired too. Sometimes I need your hand. I don't need another vacation if we can't connect at home. Don't buy me another fucking bag then spend dinner on your phone. And when I say I miss you, don't translate that into blame. I'm not saying you're a failure. I'm saying I miss your name without somebody needing something. Miss laughing till we cry. Miss you looking at me instead of looking through me when you're tired. [Male] Damn. [Female] Yeah. Damn. [Hook — Both] Two sides of the bed, two people feeling alone. Both thinking the other stopped trying, both still calling this home. Two sides of the bed, one mattress, separate worlds. He thinks love means holding it down. She thinks love means holding her. Two sides of the bed... Maybe neither one stopped loving. Maybe life just got too loud and we stopped hearing each other. [Verse 3 — Male only] I ain't know you felt abandoned while I'm laying next to you. That's the fucked-up part about distance: sometimes distance shares a room. [Female only] And I ain't know you heard criticism every time I asked for more. Maybe both of us came wounded then kept score behind the door. [Male only] I thought bringing money home was screaming, “Baby, I choose us.” [Female only] I thought asking you to open up was saying, “Baby, I trust us.” [Male only] Same language. Different dialect. [Female only] Same house. Different stress. [Male only] Same love. [Female only] Then maybe we ain't finished. [Male only] Not even fucking close. [Bridge — Both] No winner in an argument if both people lose sleep. No point proving who hurts worse when both wounds running deep. Put the phone down. Kill the TV. Turn toward me. Say the ugly shit. Not disrespect. Not destruction. Just the truth we keep avoiding. [Final Hook — Both] Two sides of the bed... now we meeting in the middle. Same problems ain't disappeared, but tonight they feel a little smaller. Two sides of the bed, two tired people choosing home. Not because everything is perfect. Because neither wants to fight alone. Two sides of the bed... Come closer. [Outro — Female] You still mad? [Male only] Little bit. You? [Female only] Yep. [Male only] Come here anyway.
