A War With No Witnesses Verse 1 We play Romeo and Juliet in safer ways, No poison—just the slow decay of what we say. No balcony, just phones lighting up our faces, Calling it fate while we’re choosing different places. You kiss me like a headline tragedy, Like love’s only real if it ruins me— But I’ve read this script in better prose, And every ending ends in ghosts. ⸻ Pre-Chorus You call it timeless, I call it tired— Two bodies mistaking chaos For something higher. ⸻ Chorus It’s a war with no witnesses, no blood on the floor, Just a thousand quiet endings we’ve rehearsed before. We don’t die in each other’s arms—we just slowly forget How to love without turning it into a threat. It’s a war with no witnesses, no crime, no defense, Just me cross-examining every word that you meant. If love needs a tragedy just to make any sense, We just fade like a truth we don’t admit yet. ⸻ Verse 2 You want me soft like Ophelia in bloom, Floating pretty in a self-inflicted ruin. But she didn’t drown for poetry or art— She sank from the weight of a borrowed heart. I won’t romanticize the way she disappeared, No flowers make it noble, no water makes it clear. If love is just a prettier kind of grief, Then why does everyone still call it relief? ⸻ Pre-Chorus You call it devotion, I call it descent— There’s nothing divine About losing yourself in it. ⸻ Chorus It’s a war with no witnesses, no blood on the floor, Just a thousand quiet endings we’ve rehearsed before. We don’t die in each other’s arms—we just slowly forget How to love without turning it into a threat. It’s a war with no witnesses, no crime, no defense, Just me cross-examining every word that you meant. If love needs a tragedy just to make any sense, We just fade like a truth we don’t admit yet. ⸻ Bridge What if Romeo stayed? What if Juliet woke up and walked away? What if love didn’t need a body count To prove it was real in the first place? What if I’m not broken—just finally done With confusing destruction for someone? I don’t want a legend, I don’t want a scar— I want something quiet that doesn’t fall apart. ⸻ Final Chorus (Lift) It’s a war with no witnesses, no glory to claim, Just me and my habits learning your name. We don’t burn like a story they’ll write or regret— We just fade like a truth we don’t admit yet. It’s a war with no witnesses—God, I confess, I almost believed love needed this mess. But if peace feels unfamiliar, I’ll learn it instead— Even if it means losing the war in my head. ⸻ Outro No blood, no wreck— Just everything I never said… Above the neck.
