[Intro – soft pad + phone buzz] I kept the hoodie and the ticket stubs— call it clutter, I call it proof. [Verse 1] Sunday light on your kitchen floor, Coffee rings like little meteor cores. We weren’t perfect, we were here, Learning how to hold our fear. Late train home with your head on me, City blur and a quiet belief. If love is measured more than length, We had moments built like strength. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe we broke, maybe we bent, Maybe the plotline never made sense— But every page still inked my skin, Every start taught me how to begin. [Chorus] It wasn’t wasted, it’s not meaningless, Even the silence had something to confess. We didn’t make it, but I won’t pretend That all of that light was a means to an end. If I’m different now, you’re part of this— We were a lesson that felt like a kiss. Call it over, call it what you wish— It wasn’t wasted, it’s not meaningless. [Verse 2] Yellow notes on the bathroom glass, Promised plans that we couldn’t outlast. Laughed so hard we forgot the fight, Held our breath through the longest nights. Friends said “move,” but I learned to stay— Stayed with myself when you pulled away. Love’s a teacher, not just a win, Sometimes the gold is the bruise within. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe we broke, maybe we bent, Maybe we needed a different ascent— But every echo still tunes my heart, Tells me I’m brave when I fall apart. [Chorus] It wasn’t wasted, it’s not meaningless, Even the quiet rewired my chest. We didn’t keep it, but I won’t erase The proof that we mattered in time and in place. If I’m softer now, you’re part of this— We were a lesson that felt like a kiss. Call it over, call it what you wish— It wasn’t wasted, it’s not meaningless. [Bridge – whispered, with page-flip foley] If love is a map, then you marked roads I never would’ve found alone. If healing is slow, then let it be— What we were… still lives in me. [Post-Bridge – lift] I won’t call it “just a phase,” Won’t reduce our brightest days. Some good things end without a villain— Still worth every breath we were given. [Final Chorus – fuller harmonies] It wasn’t wasted, it’s not meaningless, Even the heartbreak held tenderness. We didn’t make it, but we were real— Proof in the way that we taught each other feel. If I’m kinder now, you’re part of this— We were a lesson that felt like a kiss. Call it over, call it what you wish— It wasn’t wasted, it’s not meaningless. [Outro – soft guitar + vinyl hiss] I keep the hoodie and the ticket stubs— Call it clutter. I call it love.
