Is It Love

You're holding my hand and it feels too easy. No tension in the air, no reason to leave. No shadows in your voice, no weight in your Touch. And that's the part that scares me the Most. I keep waiting for something to break. Some kind of sign that this is a mistake. I don't know how to sit in something this Calm, without looking for something wrong. I keep bracing for the fall, Even when there's nothing there at all. Is it love if it doesn't hurt a little? If my heart's not breaking somewhere in the middle. You give me something steady and true, But I don't know what to do with you. If it's real, why does it feel so strange? Why am I waiting for it to change? I don't know how to trust what's right, If it doesn't come with a fight. I got used to chaos feeling like home. To second-guessing everything I've known. Every time it was good, it didn't last, So I learned to hold it like it's already Passed. You're standing here and you're not pulling Away, And I don't know how to make that stay. I keep searching your eyes for something off. Like I need a reason not to trust. I don't wanna ruin this, But I don't know how to exist in it. Is it love if it doesn't hurt a little? If my heart's not breaking somewhere in the middle. You give me something steady and true, But I don't know what to do with you. If it's real, why does it feel so strange? Why am I waiting for it to change? I don't know how to trust what's right, If it doesn't come with a fight. No pain, no sign. Just you, And I don't know why.