Lyric

Cracked door opens, his sorry face, smoke comes in

It makes me uncomfortable, sticks to my skin

Air purifier at max, still nothing changes

Six-tatami one room, our two-person ranges

Dissatisfaction fills it, pent-up and staying

The air is heavy here, no point in praying

We share the same small space, no exit within

I feel it building up, nowhere to begin

I unlatch the window, let winter air drift in

He wears that sulky look—fine, we’re even then

We both feel the chill and play it like we don’t

Act like we never noticed; let it slide; we won’t

At the park, in the cold, kids climb the jungle bars

Red fingers, bright eyes—chasing tiny stars

They’re always honest, careless, wildly true—

When did we turn adult, and where did we lose that view?

Sometimes we talk; we’re not into the plot at all

We don’t care what we say, but voices ping the wall

That echo keeps a truce—thin peace we barely hold

Less word than tone, a hum between us both

The tv stays on mute; inside, a girl mouths storms

Her moving looks like dancing—silly in its form

And suddenly our worries feel small, outworn

For a minute, nothing matters—just breathing on

Cracked door opens, his sorry face, smoke comes in

It makes me uncomfortable, sticks to my skin

Air purifier at max, still nothing changes

Six-tatami one room, our two-person ranges

Dissatisfaction fills it, pent-up and staying

The air is heavy here, no point in praying

We share the same small space, no exit within

I feel it building up, nowhere to begin

I unlatch the window, let winter air drift in

He wears that sulky look—fine, we’re even then

We both feel the chill and play it like we don’t

Act like we never noticed; let it slide; we won’t

At the park, in the cold, kids climb the jungle bars

Red fingers, bright eyes—chasing tiny stars

They’re always honest, careless, wildly true—

When did we turn adult, and where did we lose that view?

Sometimes we talk; we’re not into the plot at all

We don’t care what we say, but voices ping the wall

That echo keeps a truce—thin peace we barely hold

Less word than tone, a hum between us both

The tv stays on mute; inside, a girl mouths storms

Her moving looks like dancing—silly in its form

And suddenly our worries feel small, outworn

For a minute, nothing matters—just breathing on