The Label Store Was Closed (Situationship Love)

Lyrics

[Intro]
The room is quiet.
And then your name on the glass.
Tuesday. Eleven forty-seven.

[Verse 1]
Two days of static.
Two days watching my own thumb hover over your contact photo.
Composing the messages I just delete from the drafts.
A casual question, a 'how was your day?'
But the weight of it feels monumental.
And then you arrive.
A few words on a screen.
'You up?'

[Chorus]
I guess we went looking for a definition.
But the label store was closed for the night.
Or maybe for the season.
So we're just... this.
Living in the space between the words.
Standing in the doorway of a house that isn't mine.
Even though you gave me a key.

[Verse 2]
There’s a toothbrush in my bathroom cup.
Still in its clear plastic travel case.
It’s not mine. It’s not not-yours.
It's just evidence of a Saturday.
Like the faint scent of your shampoo on the second pillow.
The one I woke up next to.
The empty one.
You always leave before the sun hits the window.

[Chorus]
I guess we went looking for a definition.
We didn't even look.
But the label store was closed for the night.
Or maybe for the season.
So we're just... this.
Living in the space between the words.
Standing in the doorway of a house that isn't mine.
Even though you gave me a key.

[Bridge]
My friend asked about you at the coffee shop.
"So, what are you two?"
And I heard myself say, "We're just hanging out."
I just watched the steam rise from my cup.
And I didn't correct myself.
Because what is the right word?
To ask the question is to risk the answer.

[Outro]
The phone goes dark again.
Read at twelve-oh-three.
I put it face down on the nightstand.
The toothbrush is still there.
The key is on the counter.
And we're just... this.
Aren't we?