Guitars and angry melodies
They tumble down the stairs and that we call "home"
Between the silent symphonies of dinner conversations growing old
What good is love when it's cold?
The dish has been out of the stove for too long
Your heart sinks at the side of the name on your phone
That's when you know
You're just you, and I'm just me
It's a shame theres no way we could do this differently
'Cause you'll be you, and I'll be me
At the very least we know we gave it all, hoo, hoo
It's no one's fault
It almost feels like daily chores
Repeats of my days could be always worse
What good is love when it's cold?
The dish has been out of the stove for too long
Your heart sinks at the side of the name on your phone
That's when you'll know
You're just you, and I'm just me
It's a shame theres no way we could do this differently
'Cause you'll be you, and I'll be me
At the very least we know we gave all
It's no one's fault
(It's no one's fault, no one's fault)
It's no one's fault
