Guests in Our Own House

(Verse 1)

You fix your tie, I fix my face

We practice smiles just in case

Doorbell rings, we play the part

Two steady hands, one drifting heart

You pour the wine, I laugh on cue

They say, “God, I love you two.”

Flash of cameras, clinking glass

No one sees what doesn’t pass

(Pre-Chorus)

Your hand rests light on my waist

Measured touch, performative grace

You look at me like we’re aligned

But your eyes don’t meet mine

(Chorus)

We’re guests in our own house

Talking softly, acting proud

They see love, they see a vow

They don’t see us right now

We look perfect from the street

Warm lights, steady heartbeat

But when the last car pulls away

There’s nothing left to say

(Verse 2)

Your sister says we’re “solid gold”

If she only knew the cold

How the couch feels like a line

Drawn between your world and mine

You joke about our “crazy start”

Like we survived the hardest part

But surviving isn’t the same

As wanting to stay

(Pre-Chorus)

We clear the plates, avoid the air

Full of things we never share

Your shadow moves across the wall

Feels bigger than us all

(Chorus)

We’re guests in our own house

Lower voices, lowered doubts

They toast to years we haven’t felt

To promises that slowly melt

We look easy, we look fine

Like love ages just like wine

But when the music finally ends

We go back to being strangers again

(Bridge )

I miss when home meant you

Not just an address line

Now it’s walls and ceilings

And separate states of mind

You sit across from me

Like I’m someone passing through

Funny how we built this place

And forgot what love could do

(Breakdown )

Shoes by the door

Keys in the bowl

We share the space

But not the soul

You say, “They had a good time.”

I say, “Yeah, they did.”

You turn off the kitchen light

That’s it.

(Final Chorus )

We’re guests in our own house

Speaking careful, speaking loud

They think we’ve figured it out

We don’t even talk about

How the silence fills the room

After all the perfume

We stand under the same roof

But it doesn’t feel like truth

(Outro)

The house is clean.

The night is still.

We played our parts.

And played them well.