[Verse 1]

[Verse 1] Compromise… yeah, we practiced it small— “What do we eat?” like that’s the hardest call. But when it came to the future, we guarded our lanes, Two solo lives tryna merge without changing our names. We said “us” but we lived like “me,” Built a house outta dreams with no room for the key. I look back now and it stings how clear it is— We protected the past more than what we said we’d build. Long distance taught me the cost of “later,” You can’t hug a voice through a cracked cell reception. Convos turned into schedules, dates, and reminders— “Can you do Tuesday?” like love needs a binder. And it’s wild how silence in person feels loud, How a glance can pull you back down from the clouds. Some connections don’t speak, they just are, And a heartbeat next to you can end a war. [Hook] Why do I sacrifice only when I’m scared? Why do I show up only when it’s rare? Why do I move mountains after the goodbye, But couldn’t lift a finger when it mattered in time? I’m staring at a mirror like “who is this guy?” High standards, low presence—truth in disguise. I’d die for love when it’s already dead… But I wouldn’t live for it when it needed me fed. [Verse 2] New job, new place, new dream—new pressure, Cost of living hit hard, like “you sure you measure?” One option, mid-valley, two bedrooms, tight fit— And I’m like “I’ll live in a shoebox if the purpose is it.” I was chasing a culture, a mountain, a climb, Career felt like oxygen—couldn’t see I was blind. They were losing their comfort, their roots, their access, And I treated that grief like it came with asterisk. We fought for months, no pause, no peace, Every talk turned sharp like broken teeth. They wanted assurance before uprooting their life— I heard “transaction,” they heard “be my spouse.” And I got offended, all “romance” and “timing,” Like a perfect moment was some holy assignment. I had this scene in my head, cinematic, clean— Blue sky, knee down, like it proved what I mean. But hindsight is ruthless—no mercy, no filter, I worshipped a moment while love needed structure. “Romantic ideals”… man, listen to me— I picked my pride over the person right in front of me. Couldn’t see the forest, obsessed with the trees, I protected my plan, never asked what you need. [Hook] Why do I sacrifice only when I’m scared? Why do I show up only when it’s rare? Why do I move mountains after the goodbye, But couldn’t lift a finger when it mattered in time? I’m staring at a mirror like “who is this guy?” High standards, low presence—truth in disguise. I’d die for love when it’s already dead… But I wouldn’t live for it when it needed me fed. [Bridge / Spoken Word] I’m learning the word “sacrifice” doesn’t mean “panic.” It’s not supposed to be dramatic. It’s supposed to be daily. Quiet choices. Small, consistent, unsexy decisions that say: “I choose us again.” Not “I choose us because I’m losing you.” Because that’s the ugly pattern— We’ll do anything when there’s nothing left to lose.