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[Verse 1]
You were chewing on your hospital bracelet
I was counting stains on the tiles
Fluorescent buzz
That circle of folding chairs
“Hi
I’m—” you finished with a smile
We passed a pen
Our hands shook the same way
Trading war stories in low code
You laughed at all the wrong moments
Said
“I used to live on that road”

[Chorus]
We were two cracked cups in a paper world
Barely holding anything
Leaning into each other in the coffee line
Hands too tired to cling
If this is wrong
Then let it be wrong
In this place built to pull us apart
Two shaking ghosts on a plastic couch
Trying to share one heart

[Verse 2]
Smuggled sugar packets from the kitchen
Split ‘em like they might burn our tongues
You traced the scars along your knuckles
Said
“I’m twenty-eight
But I feel so done”
Lights out
Talking through the drywall
Tapping secrets in the vents
I told you ‘bout the night I almost vanished
You said
“Same
” like it was just common sense

[Chorus]
We were two cracked cups in a paper world
Barely holding anything
Leaning into each other in the coffee line
Hands too tired to cling
If this is wrong
Then let it be wrong
In this place built to pull us apart
Two shaking ghosts on a plastic couch
Trying to share one heart

[Bridge]
[Soft
Almost whispered]
Day twenty-one
They call it dangerous
Say we’re mirrors
Sharp and thin
But when my hands start hunting for old habits
You grab my wrist and breathe me in
“You don’t have to vanish to feel something
You don’t have to shake to feel alive”
We circle the yard
Counting cracks in the pavement
Making tiny plans to survive (just survive)

[Chorus]
We’re still cracked cups in a paper world
But we’re holding one small thing
Your name on my wrist in a trembling line
Like a promise we might bring
If this is wrong
Then we’ll make it right
Out past these linoleum halls
Two former ghosts at a bus stop bench
Answering the same new call