Paper houses

We built this love on golden hours,

Every kiss a sugar rush.

But now the sweetness tastes like silence,

And the colors start to blush.

You hold my hand, but not my heartbeat,

Smile like everything’s the same —

But I can hear the creaks and splinters

Every time you say my name.

I’m not sure when the shine began to fade,

Or if it’s me who’s just afraid…

Are we a paper house in the rain,

Holding on but bound to cave?

Are we a photograph that’s fading,

Still pretending we’re okay?

I love you, but I’m not sure how,

I want to stay, but I’m doubting now.

Are we a paper house in the rain?

Or is this something we can save?

We used to talk like we were endless,

Now the nights are quiet storms.

Your touch feels like a careful habit,

Not the fire that kept us warm.

I catch myself rehearsing answers

When you ask me if I’m fine —

And I wonder if you see the questions

Running wild inside my mind.

I’m not sure if it’s distance or decay,

Or if I’m scared to watch us fray…

Are we a paper house in the rain,

Holding on but bound to cave?

Are we a photograph that’s fading,

Still pretending we’re okay?

I love you, but I’m not sure how,

I want to stay, but I’m doubting now.

Are we a paper house in the rain?

Or is this something we can save?

I still see the dream we built together,

But dreams are fragile things in bad weather.

Do we fix the cracks or let them grow?

I don’t want to lose you —

But I don’t know.

Are we a paper house in the rain,

Or can we hold through the hurricane?

Are we a photograph worth framing,

Or is the picture bound to fade?

I love you, but I’m not sure how,

I want to stay, but I’m doubting now.

If we’re a paper house in the rain…

Tell me we can be saved.