I kept adding wood to a fire that was dead. I kept re-reading the things that you said

Searching for the magic, searching for the glow in a room full of people I used to know

We had the dinner, we had the wine, but I was just checking the clock for the time

We were ticking the boxes, we were playing the part, a masterpiece painted with a hollowed out heart

I wanted the lightning, I wanted the storm, but it was just fine, it was just lukewarm

It never felt enough, it never felt real, just a phenomenon that I couldn't feel

No matter how loud I screamed your name, the silence was always exactly the same

We were a mountain made out of dust, a beautiful baby that turned into my stove

I was starving while the table was rough because us

It never felt enough, it never felt enough

I'm wanting a version of us that was grand, but it was just water slipping through my hand

You gave me your best, you gave me your all, but I was still waiting for the sky to fall

It's a peculiar torture, a quiet regret to be happy enough and still wanna forget

Is it a flaw in the lens or the light? Why does the perfect feel like a fight

I'm looking for a fire that can actually burn, but I'm stuck in a cycle of wait for your turn

Of wait for your turn

Of wait for your turn

It never felt enough, it never felt real, just a phenomenon that I couldn't feel

No matter how loud I screamed your name, the silence was always exactly the same

We were a mountain made out of dust, a beautiful baby that turned into my stove

I was starving while the table was rough because us

It never felt enough, it never felt enough

It almost was the end

It never felt enough to just be a friend