# FAMILIAR FIRE [Intro – low guitar drone, distant kick] Yeah… I used to think if it hurt that much it had to mean something. Turns out… sometimes pain just feels familiar. [Verse 1] We could turn one look into a loaded room One wrong word and everybody knew Tone changed quick, jaw locked tight Both pretending we weren’t looking for the fight I knew your tells, you knew mine Knew which silence meant we’d crossed the line Then one of us would leave, one would chase Same old panic wearing a different face And when the anger finally burned itself thin We’d hold each other like we almost lost everything That relief hit harder than the damage before So I called it love and went back for more [Pre-Chorus] That was the trick The calm felt better because the storm came first I thought coming back meant we were strong Never asked why we kept needing something to come back from [Chorus] We called it love because the fire felt familiar Called the return proof that we belonged Every apology made the silence sweeter But sorry means fuck-all if tomorrow stays wrong I thought the heat meant something real was living here Thought jealousy and fear meant we still cared We didn’t love the way it hurt We just didn’t know love wasn’t supposed to feel like war when nobody was leaving [Verse 2] I said things sharp just to make you react Then hated myself when you threw something back Played detective with every change in your face Like finding the problem would somehow make me safe I’d swear I was done, swear I’d learned Then feel you pull away and watch every lesson burn Fear would speak before I had a name for it And suddenly I’m defending shit I know I did I blamed the moment Blamed the pressure Blamed the way you pushed my buttons better Truth is harder when you point it home: I knew why I reacted but knowing never made the reaction yours to own [Pre-Chorus] Trauma can explain why the match feels warm It doesn’t give me permission to burn down the room [Chorus] We called it love because the fire felt familiar Called coming back proof that we belonged Every apology made the silence sweeter But sorry means fuck-all if tomorrow stays wrong I thought the heat meant something real was living here Thought fighting meant there was something worth fighting for We didn’t love the way it hurt We just didn’t know love wasn’t supposed to need an aftermath to prove it was there before [Verse 3 – beat heavier, vocal more direct] I kept calling the return proof of love Never asked why leaving showed up so much Kept saying “look, we always work it out” Like surviving us was what love was about There’s a difference between fighting for someone And fighting somebody so they don’t run A difference between passion and fear Between being chosen and keeping somebody near And I crossed those lines More than once Not because I wanted pain Because pain was a language I already understood That doesn’t make it okay It just tells me where I learned the words [Bridge – stripped almost to vocal] I don’t hate that version of me. He thought intensity meant honesty. Thought if somebody could hurt him and still come back… then they must really know him. [pause] But love shouldn’t require proof in bruises you can’t photograph. It shouldn’t take a slammed door to make a hug feel safe. And an apology isn’t repair if you’re already loading the next fucking gun. [Build] So no… I don’t love the way it hurts. I just recognise it. There’s a difference. [Final Chorus – full band] We called it love because the fire felt familiar Now I know familiar doesn’t make it right Every apology that never changed tomorrow Was just another intermission in the fight I don’t need chaos just to know somebody wants me Don’t need fear to make connection feel alive We didn’t love the way it hurt We were two people trying to make a home out of the ways we learned to survive [Final lift] So let the old fire die No villain No saint No rewriting what we were I can own the things I did without making pain my character I can remember what was real without pretending all of it was good We didn’t love the way it hurt We just loved the only way we understood [Outro – almost spoken] That’s different now. Fire can feel like home… and still burn the fucking house down. Familiar doesn’t mean safe.
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