Stale Lyrics

What I wrote used to have meaning
The words were always lost on you
But they never felt worn to me

Now my lines are hollow
Cliche phrases as frail as my bones

Is it stale because I write for someone new?
Am I torn, because she isn’t you?
How does one person still own every word in my heart?

You aren’t to blame, I’d say
Yet somewhere, deep down, I think you still are

I once kept a candlе lit for you
I’d burn it in my room
In plain view of the window, in case you camе home

My heart was like a garden, always in bloom
But swiftly grew walls of stone
The flame doesn’t burn as brightly anymore
I no longer feel a spark to share with you
Somehow that candle burns still

I wish I felt it again, for her
Burning as brightly as it did for you

I’m not afraid of never loving again
I’m afraid of never loving the same way
Of forever feeling incomplete

Afraid of finding the perfect person
Their entire being made whole by me

Afraid of being everything they’ve ever needed
Afraid of making them feel the way I want to feel
And, despite my best efforts, not being able to feel it back

It would be no fault of their own
Not for lack of my own effort either

It would simply be because
Somewhere deep down, in some dark room
You occupy the last intimate space of my heart

And I think I’m too scared of feeling nothing
To cast you out from me entirely