Borrowed Name- A Love That Was Never Allowed

Borrowed Name is a story of love shaped by silence.

This track explores identity, persistence, and the quiet anger of love in a world that teaches you how to disappear.
Inspired by the emotional depth of vintage soul and blues, this piece lives between memory, imagination, our hearts and our feelings — where the life you wanted still visits you at night.

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LYRICS

I gave my mornings to the factory sun,
Came home smelling like rust and prayer,
You’d be waiting in a borrowed smile,
Soft voice, silk touch, half-there.
I laid my check on the dresser top,
Watched you step out of your dress,
Thought a man was rich if his woman stayed,
If her body still said yes.

You held me close like you meant forever,
Skin warm, heartbeat slow,
But your eyes kept secrets from my name,
Things my love did not know.

I loved you with my whole damn life,
Hands worn down, heart exposed.
I loved the way you needed me,
Even when I wanted more.
We made love in a house of lies,
Soft sheets, hard truths unseen,
Built a family on borrowed faith,
And called it everything.

I watched you age in quiet ways,
Lines forming where laughter lived,
You gave me safety, steady days,
But I wanted to feel forgiven.
You touched me like I was holy ground,
Like I was the end of your road,
But desire don’t always ask permission,
Sometimes it just wants to be known.

I didn’t mean to make a habit of wrong,
Didn’t wake up planning the fall,
But wanting can get louder than love,
When you feel invisible at all.

I reached for heat I did not earn,
Told myself it was nothing deep.
I trusted touch more than my doubt,
Let you put me to sleep.
We were close but never aligned,
Breathing but out of time,
Two bodies sharing borrowed nights,
Two hearts crossing lines.

I thought providing was devotion.
I thought desire was truth.
I gave my body to work and belief.
I gave my weakness a voice and a room.
Some betrayals happen slow and quiet,
With nobody leaving the bed.

The truth didn’t shout, it just stood there,
In the shape of a child’s face,
Same smile as a man I never met,
No trace of my blood or grace.
Still I rocked them when they cried at night,
Love does not turn off on command,
But something in me went cold that day,
Something I could not understand.

When you looked at me I felt naked,
Not skin but soul laid bare,
I saw the years fall from your shoulders,
Saw what my silence did there.
I wanted to beg you to stay my home,
To touch you and make it right,
But some apologies come too late,
And do not survive the light.

We were loving with different needs,
Calling distance peace,
He lost himself trying to hold us up,
I lost myself trying to breathe.
Now the truth sleeps between our names,
Heavy, cold, and plain,
Two people learning too late the cost
Of living in borrowed names.

I am taking my body back from the years.
I am learning how guilt survives desire.
Some love stories do not end in fire,
They end in what remains.