He leaves me for what he already knows.
He stops holding my hand
And he opens a door to a house that he thought had burned down in flames
And it's painful to be the one who waits
But I wait
I don't step inside
Because maybe it won't feel like home
Because maybe the walls would be a different colour and because maybe it's not welcoming anymore
Maybe the love isn't there anymore
And so I wait
I wait outside beneath a tree with broken limbs and I feel sad because all things might come to an end
And this is the end
I stand on the outside and he is dancing in the kitchen with her
She is spinning beneath the old light fixture that needs fixing but they're too engulfed in their happiness to notice the broken things
And so they don't notice me
They don't notice me and I understand
Familiarity in love feels easier
And I'm not angry and I'm a little bit sad but I understand
He's loved her for quite some time now,
He hasn't ever stopped.
