We wrote our story in the spaces,
Between the words we never said.
A tangled mess of broken phrases,
Playing on repeat inside my head.
It's not black and white, it's a faded hue,
Caught in the gray, between me and you.
Every moment feels like it's undefined,
I'm slipping through, falling between the lines.
I'm falling between the lines we drew,
The ones that kept me close to you.
A fragile thread that's frayed with time,
I'm reaching out but can't rewind.
I'm falling between, falling between the lines.
The quiet screams, they fill the silence,
A language only we can speak.
But every pause becomes a violence,
And every word just makes us weak.
It's not black and white, it's a faded hue,
Caught in the gray, between me and you.
Every moment feels like it's undefined,
I'm slipping through, falling between the lines.
I'm falling between the lines we drew,
The ones that kept me close to you.
A fragile thread that's frayed with time,
I'm reaching out but can't rewind.
I'm falling between, falling between the lines.
What if we stopped and started again?
What if the spaces could finally mend?
Erase the fears that we left behind,
And fill in the cracks with a stronger line.
I'm falling between the lines we drew,
The ones that kept me close to you.
A fragile thread that's frayed with time,
I'm reaching out but can't rewind.
I'm falling between, falling between the lines.
The ink has dried, but it's not the end,
The lines may blur, but they never bend.
Even if I'm lost in this design,
I'll keep on falling between the lines.