[Intro – distant piano, room tone, low male vocal] We used to call it passion. Funny word for two people trying not to get abandoned at the exact same time. [Verse 1 – male, restrained rap / spoken melody] You’d go quiet, I’d hear leaving I’d lean harder, you’d stop breathing One wrong look became a trial Every silence stretched a mile I knew your tells, you knew mine Both could feel it cross the line You’d shut down to stop the fight I’d push harder to make it right At least that’s what I called it then “Talk it out” meant don’t let it end Every answer needed one more answer Till understanding turned to pressure Then somebody cracked Somebody left Somebody said some shit we couldn’t unsay yet And somehow after all of that the hug felt better than it ever had [Pre-Chorus – female enters softly] Maybe that was the trap Not the pain The relief after it [Chorus – female lead, huge but mournful] We called it love ’cause the fire felt familiar Called coming back proof that we belonged Every apology made the silence sweeter But sorry means nothing if tomorrow stays wrong We weren’t loving how it hurt We were living what we knew Two old wounds mistaking recognition for something true We called it love because the fire felt familiar [Verse 2 – male] There’s a high when the war finally finishes Hands stop shaking, room goes innocent Same couch, same bodies, different air Suddenly we’re grateful the other one’s there And that relief feels deep as devotion When your nervous system’s drowning in emotion So every reunion feels fucking sacred You forget what you had to survive to make it I thought “we always come back” meant strength Never asked why we kept needing the distance Thought staying through anything proved I cared Never asked what staying was teaching us there And knowing why I acted like that doesn’t make the damage disappear Trauma can explain the match It doesn’t make me innocent for lighting it here [Pre-Chorus – alternating voices] MALE: I was scared you’d leave FEMALE: I was scared you’d stay angry MALE: So I held tighter FEMALE: So I disappeared BOTH: Same fear Different survival [Chorus] We called it love ’cause the fire felt familiar Called coming back proof that we belonged Every apology made the silence sweeter But sorry means nothing if tomorrow stays wrong We weren’t loving how it hurt We were living what we knew Two old wounds mistaking recognition for something true We called it love because the fire felt familiar [Verse 3 – stripped, male; accountability lands] There were things I said to wound because wounded felt unheard Times I made my pain your problem then defended every word Times I called control protection Called persistence “showing care” Called your boundary rejection then got angry it was there That part belongs to me No childhood gets to carry that No diagnosis No trigger No “look what you made me do” I can understand the boy who learned it and still hold the man accountable for what he chose to do [Instrumental drop] That’s the difference now. [Bridge – female first, then male] FEMALE: Maybe calm felt empty because empty once meant gone Maybe kindness felt suspicious because chaos felt like home Maybe love without the panic felt too quiet to believe MALE: But peace isn’t abandonment And space isn’t always leave FEMALE: You don’t have to bleed together just to prove the bond is deep MALE: And I don’t have to chase you just because my body screams BOTH: Familiar doesn’t mean forever Familiar doesn’t mean right Sometimes healing is discovering you don’t miss the person— you miss the fire when the room gets quiet [Final Chorus – full band] We called it love ’cause the fire felt familiar Now I know familiar isn’t where I have to stay An apology only means something when the hands that built the damage learn another way We didn’t love the way it hurt We just didn’t know love wasn’t supposed to Two scared people recognising home in something neither should’ve gone through So let the old fire die without pretending it was fake There was love inside the wreckage There were also things we had to change I can honour what was real without romanticising why We called it love because the fire felt familiar Now I know love doesn’t need a fire to survive [Outro – piano, room quiet] I kept calling the return proof that we belonged. Never asked why we needed leaving first. ... That’s clearer now.
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