Door half open

I packed my notebook by the door
Left the keys on the amp
Your silence fills up the room like a fire that went damp
I’m so tired of the circle

Same old blame, same disguise
One more night in this room, and I might believe your lies


If I go, what breaks?
If I stay, what dies?
I keep holding both my hands against your shifting eyes


Music was my first love
Music is my last
If I walk away tonight, will I ever get it back?
Music was my first love
Don’t let me forget
You try to call me the problem, but I am not done yet


I see it in the studio light
In the charts and the floor
All the compromises we made,
I can’t carry anymore

You say stay for the good days
Just have fun like the rest
But I want to move people's hearts,
not just settle for less


If I go, what breaks?
If I stay, what dies?
You turn the tables on me
with your quiet gaslights


Music was my first love
Music is my last
If I walk away tonight,
will I ever get it back?

Music was my first love
Don’t let me forget
You try to call me the problem,
but I am not done yet


If I leave, I’ll grieve every song we never chose
But if I stay, the friction will turn us into foes

I’d rather walk away in silence,
while there’s still love in the room
Than stay and watch the anger bring our music to its doom

So I stand in the doorway,
protecting what we made...


Music was my first love
Music is my last
If I walk away tonight,
I know I’ll get it back

Music was my first love
And because you matter too
I’d rather be the one who leaves than stay and ruin you


You can call me the problem,
if it helps you to move on

But I’m saving my devotion,
long after I am gone

Long after I am gone...