There’s tape on the windows, the heat’s on too high

The rent’s due tomorrow, the coffee’s run dry

We talked about moving but never packed

I smiled, you nodded, and that was that

The sky looked rented, not really mine

Like we were borrowing someone’s design

Still, you brushed my hair behind my ear

Said, “It’s not perfect, but it’s real here”

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We hang our joy like laundry lines

Faded tees and borrowed signs

You play old records that skip like thought

I hum along with the words I forgot

The future never sends a sign

So we just guess, and call it time

You pour the wine like it might forgive

The parts of us we’re scared to live

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We’re standing in a rented horizon

Borrowed light, makeshift sun risin’

It’s not forever, maybe not even right

But it’s ours tonight, it’s ours tonight

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The curtain’s torn, but the view remains

Patchwork skies and picture frames

You laugh and say, “This isn’t gold”

But it’s the only warmth I want to hold

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We’re standing in a rented horizon

Borrowed breath, temporary silence

Might not be what the movies write

But it’s ours tonight, it’s ours tonight

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Even if we fade by morning light

This was ours

This felt right

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Ooh, this was ours… this felt right