[Intro]
You fell asleep
with the television on again.
I turned it off.
Left the hallway light on.
You hate waking up in the dark.
[Verse 1]
You steal the blankets
every single night,
then wake up in the morning
and swear that it was mine.
You leave your coffee
half-finished by the sink,
and somehow I know exactly
what you're gonna say before you think.
We don't do anything
that looks impressive from outside.
Most nights we're eating something cheap
and talking way past midnight.
But somewhere in the ordinary,
between the washing
and the keys beside the door,
I started realizing
I don't really need much more.
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to think love
would feel like something bigger.
Turns out maybe
it just feels like knowing
someone's there.
[Chorus]
WHEN WE'RE OLD,
I HOPE YOU STILL STEAL MY SIDE OF THE BED.
I HOPE I STILL MAKE YOU LAUGH
WHEN I SAY SOMETHING STUPID AGAIN.
WHEN WE'RE OLD,
I HOPE WE STILL ARGUE
ABOUT WHERE WE LEFT THE KEYS.
AND AFTER ALL THE YEARS GO BY,
YOU STILL LOOK ACROSS THE ROOM
AND CHOOSE ME.
I don't need forever
to sound perfect.
I just want forever
to sound like this.
[Verse 2]
I remember our first apartment.
One bedroom.
Walls too thin.
The heating barely worked
and the neighbors heard everything.
We had a table
someone gave us for free,
two mismatched chairs
and almost nothing underneath the tree.
You cried one night
because money was getting tight.
I said:
“It's gonna be alright.”
I wasn't sure.
But you believed me.
Maybe that was enough.
We learned love isn't always flowers.
Sometimes it's sitting on the kitchen floor
doing numbers on a phone
and still deciding
you'd rather be broke together
than comfortable alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to think love
was never being scared.
Now I think it's being terrified
and staying anyway.
[Chorus]
WHEN WE'RE OLD,
I HOPE YOU STILL STEAL MY SIDE OF THE BED.
I HOPE I STILL MAKE YOU LAUGH
WHEN I SAY SOMETHING STUPID AGAIN.
WHEN WE'RE OLD,
I HOPE WE STILL ARGUE
ABOUT WHERE WE LEFT THE KEYS.
AND AFTER ALL THE YEARS GO BY,
YOU STILL LOOK ACROSS THE ROOM
AND CHOOSE ME.
I don't need forever
to sound perfect.
I just want forever
to sound like this.
[Verse 3]
There'll be days
when we don't like each other much.
Days when work comes home with us
and everything feels rushed.
Maybe we'll say things
we wish we could take back.
Maybe one of us will sleep
facing the other side.
I don't want some perfect story.
I don't trust those anyway.
I want something strong enough
to survive an ugly day.
Something that can bend
without needing to break.
Something that says:
“I still know who you are
even when you're hard to love today.”
[Bridge]
[Piano softly entering]
And if one day
your hands start shaking,
I'll hold the cup.
If my hearing goes,
you'll complain
that I never listened anyway.
[Soft laugh]
And if we forget
half the places that we went,
I hope we still remember
how it felt
to come back home
to each other.
[Strings slowly building]
That's the part
I don't want time to take.
[Final Chorus]
WHEN WE'RE OLD,
I HOPE YOU STILL STEAL MY SIDE OF THE BED.
I HOPE I'M STILL THE FIRST ONE
YOU WANT TO TELL WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENS.
WHEN WE'RE OLD,
WHEN OUR HAIR'S GONE GREY
AND WE MOVE A LITTLE SLOW,
I HOPE AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE LIVED...
YOUR HAND STILL FINDS MINE
WITHOUT HAVING TO KNOW.
I don't need forever
to sound perfect.
Let it be messy.
Let it change.
Let it hurt sometimes.
Just let it be ours.
And when we're old...
if you still look at me
the way you did tonight...
that'll be enough.
[Outro]
You wake up.
Ask why I'm still awake.
I say:
“Nothing.”
Then I move over
and give you my side of the bed.
