A late-night movie with the volume low Two screens glowing like we didn’t know How silence grows teeth when the signal drops We held on hard, then we let it rot Jealous hands on a fragile thread Love on fire, pride in the bed I didn’t miss the war we made I miss the way you used my name like it It’s not love, it’s a ghost in the hallway A shadow that’s dressed in yesterday I don’t want you back, I just want the talking The are you there? When the world feels toxic And I hate how a dream can pull me under With a memory that still has thunder It’s not love It’s the echo that stays I watched your life through a glass display Small clips, bright lights, you look okay A shelf of songs and borrowed time And one little thing that used to be mine A silver figure catching the frame You paused like you felt it say my name I didn’t miss the cold goodbyes I miss the hours that never died on the line It’s not love, it’s a ghost in the hallway A shadow that’s dressed in yesterday I don’t want you back, I just want the talking The are you there? When the world feels toxic And I hate how a dream can pull me under With a memory that still has thunder It’s not love It’s the echo that stays In the dream you reached out, open hand Like peace was easy, like you’d understand There was a station full of borrowed light And I stayed frozen in a past rewrite I didn’t take your hand Not out of hate Out of survival It’s not love, it’s a ghost in the hallway A soft ache humming in a cheap parade I don’t want you back, I just want the talking The I'm still here when the heart is rocking If you ever felt that pause in the ending Maybe it’s two old storms finally bending It’s not love It’s the echo that stays