(aah-aah-ah)

(who-oom)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

I was night mist on glass, vaporous and cold

Slipping in silence, with no one to hold

You cupped your hands and I filled the shape

I thought it meant something—that shimmer in your face

But you were just looking for yourself, not me

There never was space—just a hole to fill

I'd never be enough, nothing ever will

I kept pouring myself in, thinking it was love

You built a dam, but you needed a flood

(aah-aah-ah)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

(aah-aah-ah)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

Maybe that’s love—just filling in the blanks

I wanted to be held, thought you had made the space

But you never held me—just the shape I filled

I craved your approval, absorbed every drop

I bottled your praise like a message from God

I swallowed your sorrow, thinned it within me

Then spilled myself to wash away your grief

But your hunger ran deeper than I could reach

There never was space—just a hole to fill

I'd never be enough, nothing ever will

I kept pouring myself in, thinking it was love

You built a dam, but you needed a flood

(aah-aah-ah)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

(aah-aah-ah)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

Maybe that’s love—just saying what they want

You told me I belonged, but when I turned you were gone

Words don’t hold—just mold what you already broke

You emptied my well, then claimed a drought

Let me spill over, then cursed the fallout

You drank like it saved you, then spit me out

You soaked in my quiet, then damned the damp

And left before you could name what broke

There never was space—just a hole to fill

I'd never be enough, nothing ever will

I kept pouring myself in, thinking it was love

You built a dam, but you needed a flood

(aah-aah-ah)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

(aah-aah-ah)

(ooh-ooh-oh)

(who-oom)

Maybe that’s love—abandon while it’s safe

Before her heart can't fit outside of your ache