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The Shape of You

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The Shape of You

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A Beautiful Disaster
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The Shape of You Verse 1 I know the sound your voice makes when the sentence isn’t done, how you stare into the distance when you’re searching for the one word that won’t betray the meaning, won’t make smaller what you knew. Everybody hears you talking. I learned how to listen to you. I know when you need an answer. I know when you need a chair. I know sometimes loving someone isn’t fixing. It’s just there. And I’ve watched you carry mercy into places mercy bruised, still refusing to become what this world gave you reason to. Pre-Chorus I don’t love you like a rescue. I don’t love you like a need. I love the person standing there when nobody’s there to see. Chorus If they ask me what I found in you, I won’t know where to start. Not lightning, fate, or poetry, not some metaphor for hearts. I found someone I could recognize with every light turned low. Someone I would choose awake, with everything I know. So I won’t promise you forever like forever’s ours to give. I’ll promise something harder: While I’m here, I’ll see you as you live. Verse 2 I love the way you won’t surrender one true word to make things neat. How you’d rather hold a question than accept a counterfeit. How your tenderness has edges. How your anger has a cause. How you still believe in mercy without confusing it with loss. There are rooms inside you, darling, I will never call my own. Love is not the right to enter. Love can wait outside the door. And if someday you invite me, I won’t celebrate the key. I’ll remember every opening was something given freely. Bridge Maybe love is not possession. Maybe love is learning scale: when to reach across the distance, when to let the distance stay. Maybe knowing you means knowing I can never know you whole, and still spending all my lifetime learning every shape you show. Not to capture. Not to finish. Not to name you into mine. Just to meet you where you are again, and again, each time. Final Chorus If they ask me why I loved you, there’ll be no single thing. You were never one good reason. You were never something simple I could fit inside a song and call complete. I chose the woman changing right in front of me. So no, I won’t promise forever. I won’t cheapen love like that. I’ll promise when you change, I’ll look again. When you speak, I’ll listen past myself. When you’re silent, I won’t fill you in. And if I ever stop seeing you and start seeing what I want you to be, tell me. I’ll look again.