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What We Owe Each Other
This song is about two people who used to love each other but drifted apart. Instead of fighting or pretending things can go back to how they were, they’re trying to end things with honesty and respect. They look back at the good moments, admit the mistakes, and choose not to let bitterness rewrite their whole story. It’s not about getting back together — it’s about meeting in the middle one last time to acknowledge what was real and leave on better terms than just “the end.”
We’ve been throwing shadows on the past,
Letting all the worst parts hit the glass.
Saying things we never meant to say,
Acting like the good years washed away.
But we built a life in our own style,
Shared a thousand moments, mile by mile.
And even if we couldn’t make it last,
It doesn’t mean the love we had was trash.
We don’t have to fix what’s already gone,
We don’t have to pretend we still belong.
But before we let the damage have its way,
We should talk about the parts worth letting stay.
Come meet me halfway,
Not to rewrite the ending or make each other stay.
Just to honor what was real,
The laughter, the comfort, the way we used to feel.
Come meet me halfway,
No anger left to carry, no debts left to pay.
We may not fit like we once did,
But we can still be kind about the time we lived.
We’ve been letting bitterness take root,
Letting every small hurt grow into truth.
But we weren’t perfect, we were trying hard,
Two people learning how to love with open scars.
Maybe we were meant to walk apart,
Maybe timing never matched our hearts.
But I don’t want the story of us two
To let our whole story shrink to what we never worked
through.
We don’t have to fix what’s already gone,
We don’t have to pretend we still belong.
But before we let the silence take control,
Let’s speak the things we never said out loud before.
Come meet me halfway,
Not to rewrite the ending or make each other stay.
Just to honor what was real,
The laughter, the comfort, the way we used to feel.
Come meet me halfway,
No anger left to carry, no debts left to pay.
We may not fit like we once did,
But we can still be kind about the time we lived.
We don’t need to chase a flame that’s fading,
We don’t need to dream of recreating.
But I don’t want to walk away someday
Wishing we had tried to part a better way.
Come meet me halfway,
Not to rewrite the ending or make each other stay.
Just to honor what was real,
The laughter, the comfort, the way we used to feel.
Come meet me halfway,
No anger left to carry, no debts left to pay.
And if our hearts don’t circle back again,
At least we’ll leave as something better than “the end.”