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