Know My Love

[ Lyrics ]

Now I know my love — it ain’t in the sheets.

Candlelight on journal lines I never used to write,
date at the top — no name beside tonight.
Used to think the proof was in the way he'd pull me close,
in the fever rush, the undone hose.
But the quiet speaks louder than the noise we made,
and the backboard’s just wood — not a vow, not a safe place.
I was chasing the ghost of a feeling I lost,
trading real slow burns for a spark I could toss.

I don’t need the rush, don’t need the flame,
don’t need touch to prove I’m okay.
Heard myself in silence, finally clear —
the truth didn’t come in whispers, it came in a year.

Now I know my love — it ain’t in the sheets,
it’s the talk in the morning, the weight of your fears.
Now I know my love — it’s the space when you speak,
and I don’t have to read silence like a roadmap to peace.

I used to glorify the rush, the risk, the run,
thought love was the race, not the one after the gun.
He’d say nothing for hours, then kiss me like prayer,
and I’d take it as truth — when it was just air.
We never built a language, just a rhythm, a code,
a body-to-body dialect, nothing much to hold.
But healing don’t come from a high you can’t own,
it comes from the roots, not the branches thrown.

I don’t need the spark, don’t need the show,
don’t need you to want me to know I should grow.
I was hiding in motion, lost in the pace —
now I sit in the stillness, and it fits like a place.

Now I know my love — it ain’t in the sheets,
it’s the talk in the morning, the weight of your fears.
Now I know my love — it’s the space when you speak,
and I don’t have to read silence like a roadmap to peace.

Used to think love was the fire, not the light.
The hold, not the why.
The heat, not the right.
But I see it now — clear and complete:
love’s not escape.
love’s not relief.
love’s not a rebound.
it’s a home.

Now I know my love — it ain’t in the sheets,
it’s the hand on your back when the whole world leaves.
Now I know my love — not a crash, not a race,
but a steady hand on the wheel, not a moment of grace.

Now I know…

Now I know my love…

Now I know…

Now I know…

…my love.