(Verse 1) I watched you watch me like I'm supposed to do something We've been faking fine since 2018, just humming I wanted to say "I'm fucking lonely," crack this thing wide open But I smiled and asked about your day, the same shit I've been hoping Would somehow turn into a real conversation Instead of this dead air I've been breathing for two years straight You built a wall, I built a moat, now we're both just staring At the space between us that we're both too scared to be sharing (Pre-Chorus) Every touch is permission slip, every kiss is by appointment We're playing house in a house that neither of us lives in The silence got so loud I can't remember how to shout And I can't be the person you need me to when I'm this checked out (Chorus) This is a filtered response, I'm buffering, please wait I'm trying to say I love you but it's coming out too late We're speaking in emojis 'cause the real words hurt too much Staring at our phones in bed so we don't have to touch I'm trying to remember what it felt like to be real But I keep hitting "Send" on nothing 'cause I'm scared of how you'll feel The approved version of myself is all that's left to give And I don't know if that's dying or if this is how we live (Verse 2) I saw you almost lose your shit about the dishes yesterday But you swallowed it and nodded, said "it's fine" in that dead way We treat our feelings like junk mail, something we just archive Ignoring all the fires burning 'cause at least we're still alive I keep hoping one of us will finally fucking snap Say something true and ugly that we can't ever take back But the silence is comfortable now, the script is memorized We're roommates with a history and matching alibis (Pre-Chorus) Every touch is permission slip, every kiss is by appointment We're playing house in a house that neither of us lives in The silence got so loud I can't remember how to shout And I can't be the person you need me to when I'm this checked out (Chorus) This is a filtered response, I'm buffering, please wait I'm trying to say I love you but it's coming out too late We're speaking in emojis 'cause the real words hurt too much Staring at our phones in bed so we don't have to touch I'm trying to remember what it felt like to be real But I keep hitting "Send" on nothing 'cause I'm scared of how you'll feel The approved version of myself is all that's left to give And I don't know if that's dying or if this is how we live (Outro) Filtered... response... (Read at 9:47 PM. No reply.) (End)
