halfway there

[Verse 1 – dry, conversational delivery]
I held my breath for something real—
You moved too fast to feel the chill.
I sent a note in quiet tones,
You left it unread, just ghosted phones.
I played the part, forgot the lines,
Blamed the night, but lost the signs.
You smiled at shadows, I stayed numb—
Is this the song where no one comes?
[Pre-Chorus – minimal guitar, whispered tone]
I don’t want much—
Just a touch I can’t keep losing.
[Chorus – wide reverb, angsty vocal release]
Why does it break harder for me?
You find light, I find debris.
You get dreams without a crack,
I’m left with echoes coming back.
Is it just me… or do you feel it too?
No, of course—of course you do.
[Verse 2 – more melodic, still bitter]
Built a bridge from second chances,
You burned the map, forgot the dances.
I lit a flame to see the truth—
You turned away, aloof.
They say “time heals”, they say “move on,”
I’m tired of waiting for the dawn.
I don’t want forever’s glare—
Just someone who meets me halfway there.
[Pre-Chorus – broken phrasing, almost muttered]
I chase a ghost, you find a wall,
I write the script—they let it fall.
[Chorus – louder, rasp in voice]
Why does it break harder for me?
You find calm—I find debris.
You get love in perfect scenes,
I’m stuck in in-between machines.
Do you ever ask yourself the truth?
No, of course—of course you do.
[Bridge – ambient, almost spoken-word]
“The words I say don’t say enough...”
“Like hands that never quite touch.”
“Like songs that fade before the beat…”
“Like strangers who never really meet…”
[Final Chorus – full band, distant vocal echoes]
Why does it break harder for me?
I build walls—you build boundaries.
You fly free—I’m caught somewhere,
And I laugh, ‘cause what else can I bear?
[Outro – guitar drones, fading voice]
Is it just me…
Is it just… me?