[Verse 1]

I been pacing through the kitchen, clock blinking like a heartbeat at war.

Got a note on the counter, ink smeared where the rain hit the door.

Every fight left a fingerprint, every word like a crack in the floor.

Told myself it’s the pressure, but pressure just presses for more.

You said, “We don’t laugh like we used to, we don’t breathe in the same room.”

I said, “I’m drowning in deadlines,” you said, “I’m drowning in you.”

Two phones on the table, both glow, but neither one rings.

We talk in the language of silence, that language can sting.

I wear my pride like armor, but armor just rusts in the rain.

I pulled back, you pulled further, we both learned the physics of pain.

I was tallying wrongs like a bookie, odds stacked on the shelf.

Every night I was losing the bet I placed against myself.

[Pre-Chorus]

And I know that I made the roof leak, then blamed the storm.

Held your hand with a cold grip, called that warm.

Said I’d change when the stress quits—stress never does.

I kept waiting on peace like a late bus.

[Hook]

If I crumble, would you hold the pieces, line ’em up straight?

If you stumble, I will shoulder the seasons, carry your weight.

We’ve been breaking under thunder, but the sky’s still blue behind the gray.

I see you, the truth of you—let’s learn a new way.

[Verse 2]

All these maps to nowhere, all these routes I redraw in my head.

I kept skipping your chapters, cliff-notes of the things that you said.

You were painting the morning in honey, I tasted it bitter and black.

You were building a bridge with your softness, I kept walking it back.

Told myself I was protecting you, really I was hiding the bruise.

Told you “give me a minute,” delivered a lifetime of excuse.

You folded your anger like laundry, neat stacks you never wore.

I heard the tremor under your quiet like thunder before it roared.

There’s a picture on the fridge—us barefoot in late July.

Sun in your hair like a halo, the proof I forgot to try.

I memorized every shadow, somehow missed your light in the room.

Love doesn’t die all at once, it withers for lack of bloom.

[Pre-Chorus]

I was counting the raindrops, never planting a tree.

Begging the door to open when you were holding the key.

We were both right, both wrong, both tired of the night.

But you stayed long enough for me to learn how to fight right.

[Hook]

If I crumble, would you hold the pieces, line ’em up straight?

If you stumble, I will shoulder the seasons, carry your weight.

We’ve been breaking under thunder, but the sky’s still blue behind the gray.

I see you, the truth of you—let’s learn a new way.

[Bridge]

I saw your face in the quiet—no makeup, no mask, just truth.

Freckles like constellations, I traced them back to my youth.

Beauty ain’t glass or glitter, it’s grit in the gears that turn.

It’s hands that stay steady when old lessons burn.

It’s laughing at midnight when rent’s due at noon.

It’s dancing in socks to a half-broke tune.

It’s the yes after thousands of almost goodbyes.

It’s the mirror you hold to the fear in my eyes.

[Verse 3]

So here’s both knees on the hardwood, both palms open and bare.

No scoreboard, no jury, just breath and a mutual prayer.

Let’s talk like we mean it, slow-cook every word till it’s tender.

Trade bargains for boundaries, keep receipts for the splinters we render.

I’ll learn your weather, not just your storms.

I’ll build you a shelter that reshapes its forms.

You’ll teach me to soften the edges that cut.

We’ll stitch up the canvas where we tore the gut.

Not promising perfect, just present and real.

Not a contract of comfort, a covenant to heal.

When the voices get loud, we’ll turn the volume to low.

If the past tries to haunt, we’ll tell the past it can go.

[Hook]

If I crumble, would you hold the pieces, line ’em up straight?

If you stumble, I will shoulder the seasons, carry your weight.

We’ve been breaking under thunder, but the sky’s still blue behind the gray.

I see you, the truth of you—let’s learn a new way.

[Outro]

So take my hand in the doorway; leave the baggage but keep the names.

Light a match in the hallway; watch it soften the frames.

Stress had us twisted, but love doesn’t frighten from fight.

Your beauty was always the compass; now it’s pointing us right.