[Intro: Intimate, atmospheric. Soft electric piano chords, a subtle heartbeat-like kick drum. Vocals are close-mic'd, breathy.] It's the quiet that gets me... in our own home. The space between us when we're all alone... (Verse 1) Your key turns in the lock, a familiar sound But you've already left, though your body's around We share the same air, sleep under this sheet But the warmth that was there... retreated. I reach out in the dark, hoping you might turn Just the rhythm of your breath is the only thing I learn... A silent lesson in how to disappear. (Chorus: The beat drops in—a slow, grinding, 90s-inspired R&B groove with deep bass and crisp snare. Vocals become strong, belting with pain.) You don't touch me like you mean it anymore You don't say you love me, what's your heart beating for? We go through the motions, a well-practiced scene But the fire's just embers where a wildfire's been... So what am I, your roommate with a shared past? Living on a love that wasn't built to last? You don't touch me like you mean it... no... (Verse 2: Music pulls back slightly, highlighting the vocal melody.) I wore your favorite scent, you didn't say a word. Just the nightly news is all that's being heard. I miss the secret jokes, the "how was your day?" This comfortable decay... it's chipping me away. I'm not asking for the moon, just a look in my eyes A moment where the "us" that we were, recognizes... This "us" that we are. (Chorus: Full power again, with ad-libs ("oh no," "why") woven in.] You don't touch me like you mean it anymore You don't say you love me, what's your heart beating for? We go through the motions, a well-practiced scene But the fire's just embers where a wildfire's been... So what am I, your roommate with a shared past? Living on a love that wasn't built to last? You don't touch me like you mean it... God, I miss it. (Bridge: Drums fade to just the kick. Vocals are raw, conversational, building in intensity.) Is it gone? Can we get it back? 'Cause I'm still here... fighting in the silence. I'm still here... remembering the touch. I'M STILL YOURS... but do you still want mine? (Let the music swell here with strings or synth pads) (Chorus: Final, cathartic chorus. Drums hit harder. Vocals are a powerhouse of emotion, full of runs and grit, but ending with vulnerable exhaustion.) You don't touch me like you mean it ANYMORE! You don't SAY you love me! What's your heart beating FOR?! We go through the motions... but I'm dying in this scene! Just embers... where a wildfire's BEEN! So what am I?... What are we?... ...Just tell me we can find it again... (Outro: Music dissolves, leaving just the atmospheric pads and the intimate electric piano from the intro. Vocal is a whisper, fading.) ...Just tell me we can find it... ...Again... ```
