Verse 1 Your love used to be a sweater I lived in, Now it’s threadbare at the elbows where we lean in. I keep my hands in the pockets out of habit, Though the seams have gone loose and the shape doesn’t fit. We move through rooms like old hymns half-remembered, The melody’s there but the fire’s just embers. I hum the chorus, you mouth the words Some loves stay but don’t get heard. Chorus Do you love me, or just the ghost of who I was? The man who fit so easy in your touch? I patch the holes with what I’ve got left, But the color’s worn and the fabric’s stretched. Verse 2 We pass the salt without passing glances, Fill the silence with weather and taxes. The couch still sags where we used to meet, Now you sit at the edge like it’s just a seat. I reach for you in the dark out of instinct, Your shoulders stiffen—I feel you wince. We used to talk with the lights turned low, Now the dark just gives us somewhere to go. Chorus Do you love me, or just the ghost of who I was? The man who fit so easy in your touch? I patch the holes with what I’ve got left, But the color’s worn and the fabric’s stretched. Bridge Maybe love’s not meant to stay soft, Maybe it’s the weight that’s left when the spark is lost. I’ll carry it if you’ll let it be enough, This quiet, fraying, tender love. Outro Morning comes and you’re still here, Your back to me but your breath still near. I’ll take the inches where I once took miles, And love the shadow of your smile.
