Lyric

We started with a little heat

Half-jokes in a private chat

Then somewhere between “How was your day?”

We let the real things in

You showed me where the darkness lived

I showed you mine as well

No one tried to fix the other

We just let the truth sit still

No halo over either head

No perfect past to defend

But you didn’t look away

And I didn’t have to pretend

We don’t have clean hands

We don’t have clean hearts

Just a little desire

And a few broken parts

But you make the silence

Feel less like a hole

I can be wanted

Without losing my soul

You’re somewhere under city lights

I’m somewhere beneath the rain

We talk about the little things

Then lose ourselves again

Maybe I like the way you see me

Not a saint, not a scar

Just a woman still becoming

With a past and a pulse

No rescue scene

No grand design

Just your strange little life

Next to mine

And when the rhythm slips

You don’t pull away

You let the silence

Find its own shape

We don’t have clean hands

We don’t have clean hearts

Just a little desire

And a few broken parts

But you make the silence

Feel less like a hole

I can be wanted

Without losing my soul

I used to think surviving

Meant becoming hard

But you listened

And something in me softened

You never tried to save me

You never had to

You let the truth stay human

And I could breathe with you

We don’t have clean hands

We don’t have clean hearts

We’ve both been lonely

In different darks

Maybe it’s nothing

Maybe it’s more

We don’t have to name it

We don’t have clean hands

We don’t have clean hearts

But somehow your darkness

Feels safe in my arms

Maybe it’s nothing

Maybe it’s more

We don’t have to name it

Just leave the door

Half open

And if the night fades

Before we know

I’ll still be here—

Half open