Behind the Music: Sometimes
Sometimes things look solid from the street....
This was written for 2 people I love dearly!
Turn the noise off -
Sometimes…
Things look solid from the street…
Sometimes the paint still fresh on the front door
Lawn cut, cars clean, kids by the scoreboard
Picture-perfect frames but they cropped out the truth
Zoom out far enough, you can see the roof loose
He built it brick by brick, thought forever was safe
She smiled through the cracks, learned to decorate pain
Fifteen years between how they measure time
He think in decades, she still chasing signs
They wave at the neighbors like nothing’s wrong
But silence be loud when the lights stay on
Everybody think love just grow with age
But some hearts still pace inside a cage
[Hook - sung melodic / sample-style]
Sometimes love don’t say goodbye
It just leaves the room quiet
Sometimes forever don’t die
It just stop trying
Sometimes you do everything right
Still end up alone at night
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
I thought the ink and the music gave her somewhere to breathe
Late nights at the shows where the speakers set her free
Guess some souls keep searching even after they leave
Sometimes what you build ain’t the life someone needs
He gave stability, she wanted motion
He poured roots, she needed oceans
Different clocks, same wall
One hear ticking, one hear a call
She young enough to chase a feeling
He old enough to know the cost
Funny how you can lose control
While thinking you done covered all the locks
The kids sleeping while the truth stay awake
House full of love, but the trust went missing
Sometimes betrayal don’t look like hate
It look like somebody quietly drifting
Sometimes love don’t say goodbye
It just leaves the room quiet
Sometimes forever don’t die
It just stop trying
Sometimes you do everything right
Still end up alone at night
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
[Bridge - half spoken / filtered]
Ain’t nobody wake up tryna be the villain
Sometimes needs whisper before they start yelling
Sometimes age ain’t years, it’s miles
And love don’t fail… it just get tired
[reflective]
He staring at the ceiling counting what he missed
She chasing a feeling she can’t explain to him
Same house, different storms
Same vows, different forms
Truth don’t always crash through the door
Sometimes it slip out the side
Sometimes the saddest part of love
Is nobody lied
Sometimes…
It be like that…