Guitars and angry melodies
They tumble down the stairs 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 sight of their name on your phone
That's when you know

You're just you, and I'm just me
It's a shame there's 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
It's no one's fault

It almost feels like daily chores
Repeats of my day's good and how was yours

What good is love when it's cold?
The dish has been out of the stove for too long
Your heart sinks at the sight of their name on your phone
That's when you know

You're just you, and I'm just me
It's a shame there's 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
It's no one's fault
(It's no one's fault, no one's fault)
It's no one's fault