Midnight Conversations

(hummmmm) The city’s quiet…

Guess that’s why the truth sounds louder.

Tell me what you’ve been holding in…

It’s twelve-oh-three…

Your voice sounds different on the line.

No more acting like we’re strangers,

No more saying “I’m alright.”

You ask me how I’ve really been,

Not the answer that I rehearse.

Funny how the darkest hours

Always bring out every word.

No filters… No pride… No running from what’s on our minds.

Just two hearts…

Trying to figure out Where we lost the light.

These midnight conversations… Feel different than before.

No pretending we’re okay,

No hiding anymore.

If this is the last time We hear each other’s voice… Let

tonight be honest,

Even if it hurts.

These midnight conversations… Might finally set us free.

You admit you were afraid,

I admit I built my walls.

We were both protecting pieces

That were already bruised from the fall.

Maybe love was never missing… Maybe timing played its part.

Sometimes two good people

Still leave with broken hearts.

Maybe we don’t need forever… Maybe healing starts tonight.

Maybe closure sounds like silence… After saying what’s inside.

No more wondering… No more “what if…” No more words left unsaid.

These midnight conversations… Were everything we needed.

Not to change the ending… But to understand the reason.

I don’t hate you… I just needed truth.

And somewhere in this quiet… I found a little peace… With you. (ooohhh)

Goodnight… Take care of your heart… I’ll take care of mine…