Half Awake Still Home

The story

The couch sighs, the curtains dance, the TV hums a life that isn't ours. You're not mine anymore, but you're still here, and the dog dreams deep at our feet. We say our room and we mean the past. Not in love, but not alone. A mess can feel like peace, and having been somewhere together still counts for something.

Lyrics

stromae-style / ben_howard-style / naimor-style / cinematic_poetic_understatement

The couch sighs beneath my skin
Curtains dancing, light drips in
TV hums a life not mine
Soap and beer and borrowed time

You're not mine, but you're still here
In this room we’ve built from years
The dog dreams deep at our feet
And we don’t speak — we just breathe

Half awake, still home
In this quiet we both own
Like a window after rain
Some things clear, some things remain
Half a smile, half a song
You and I where we belong
Not in love, but not alone
Half awake, still home

Your beer sweats on the table edge
New chair, old ghost, softened pledge
We say “our room” — we mean the past
But time forgives, and love outlasts

And outside, it rains in sun
Warm and cold, the day undone
You said Tinder tasted strange
I just nodded — things have changed

> _“It’s funny…
how a mess can feel like peace.
How we moved rooms, not to leave,
but to breathe.

I don’t know where we’re going.
But I know this —
we’ve been somewhere.
And that still counts for something.”_

Half awake, still home
In this quiet we both own
Like a window after rain
Some things clear, some things remain
Half a smile, half a song
You and I where we belong
Not in love, but not alone
Half awake, still home

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