You’d sit on the couch, eyes locked on the screen, yelling at the players like they could hear your screams
And I’d sit beside you, waiting in vain, for the warmth in your touch, for you to say my name
But the whistle would blow, and your voice would rise, louder than love, sharper than lies
Still, when the TV turned dark, you’d turn around, pull me close, and call me your star
I dressed the way you wanted, tight skirts and lace, hoping I’d see admiration on your face
You told me I looked like a dream come alive, but only when I matched the ones on your phone at night
Scrolling through bodies I could never be, whispering names that were never me
And I stood there, silent, as you held me close, wondering if I was just another ghost
Was I just a shadow playing your game? A pawn on the board with no real name?
Or was I something more before you walked away? Just a memory you left to fade?
90 minutes, that’s all I was, a moment of fire that turned into dust
A game you played then left behind, another match, another night
And I still hear the echoes, still feel the pain, like a stadium screaming your name
90 minutes, that’s all we were, and when the clock ran out, you chose to disappear
) You used to pull me in, say I was your queen, but only when the world wasn’t in between
When the match was over, when the night was still, I was the trophy you held with a fleeting thrill
But when morning came and the world resumed, I faded like shadows in a crowded room
And I should have known, I should have seen, love isn’t love when it’s kept behind screens
Was I just a play, just another game? A temporary high that you’d soon replace?
Like a penalty shot, like a final score, did you ever love me, or was I just decor?
And when you screamed at the ref, when you cursed at the field, was that the only way you knew how to feel?
Was I just another season you left behind? A name on a jersey you’d never rewind?
90 minutes, that’s all I was, a moment of fire that turned into dust
A game you played then left behind, another match, another night
And I still hear the echoes, still feel the pain, like a stadium screaming your name
90 minutes, that’s all we were, and when the clock ran out, you chose to disappear
Now I walk past the fields, past the neon lights, and I see you there, lost in another fight
Another game, another crowd, another girl waiting to figure you out
And I want to warn her, I want to say, love isn’t love when it fades away
But she’ll learn like I did, when the final score’s in sight, love never lasts past 90 minutes of time
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
You’d sit on the couch, eyes locked on the screen, yelling at the players like they could hear your screams
And I’d sit beside you, waiting in vain, for the warmth in your touch, for you to say my name
But the whistle would blow, and your voice would rise, louder than love, sharper than lies
Still, when the TV turned dark, you’d turn around, pull me close, and call me your star
I dressed the way you wanted, tight skirts and lace, hoping I’d see admiration on your face
You told me I looked like a dream come alive, but only when I matched the ones on your phone at night
Scrolling through bodies I could never be, whispering names that were never me
And I stood there, silent, as you held me close, wondering if I was just another ghost
Was I just a shadow playing your game? A pawn on the board with no real name?
Or was I something more before you walked away? Just a memory you left to fade?
90 minutes, that’s all I was, a moment of fire that turned into dust
A game you played then left behind, another match, another night
And I still hear the echoes, still feel the pain, like a stadium screaming your name
90 minutes, that’s all we were, and when the clock ran out, you chose to disappear
) You used to pull me in, say I was your queen, but only when the world wasn’t in between
When the match was over, when the night was still, I was the trophy you held with a fleeting thrill
But when morning came and the world resumed, I faded like shadows in a crowded room
And I should have known, I should have seen, love isn’t love when it’s kept behind screens
Was I just a play, just another game? A temporary high that you’d soon replace?
Like a penalty shot, like a final score, did you ever love me, or was I just decor?
And when you screamed at the ref, when you cursed at the field, was that the only way you knew how to feel?
Was I just another season you left behind? A name on a jersey you’d never rewind?
90 minutes, that’s all I was, a moment of fire that turned into dust
A game you played then left behind, another match, another night
And I still hear the echoes, still feel the pain, like a stadium screaming your name
90 minutes, that’s all we were, and when the clock ran out, you chose to disappear
Now I walk past the fields, past the neon lights, and I see you there, lost in another fight
Another game, another crowd, another girl waiting to figure you out
And I want to warn her, I want to say, love isn’t love when it fades away
But she’ll learn like I did, when the final score’s in sight, love never lasts past 90 minutes of time
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