[Verse 1]
Tuesday night at Marcus's, the pizza box gone cold,
Mara and Dell broke up and the news got told
in two different group chats, same twelve people inside,
one saying "stay strong," one saying "pick a side."
My phone keeps buzzing like a jury in my pocket,
everybody wants a verdict, wants it signed and locked in.
Half the couch loves Dell, half still says Mara's name,
I'm stuck right in the middle like a double-sided flame
caught between two matches, never lit either one,
didn't ask to be the judge when the trial's not done.
[Chorus]
I don't gotta pick a side to still show love,
two hearts split wide open, I got room enough for both.
I don't gotta pick a side, no verdict, no vote,
just two people hurting, and I'm still afloat.
[Verse 2]
So here's the move, ain't complicated like code,
you don't need a whistle or a scorecard to tote.
Groups are invite-only — that's the whole design,
two separate chats can live, no showdown, no line.
Call Mara on Sunday, ask about her new apartment,
text Dell on Monday, ask about his trumpet.
You ain't two-faced for loving on both ends,
you're just a person who kept two separate friends.
The circle split in half — that's called a moiety,
one piece ain't the whole, but it's still honest company.
Make room for sadness without running a contest,
the kindest thing you own is just your plain interest.
[Bridge]
It still feels sideways when their names cross paths,
still a flinch, still a held breath doing math.
Some folks will ask you flat out, "who's your pick?"
and quiet might cost you — that part ain't a trick.
There's no clean fix for a table split in two,
just two separate chairs, and you, choosing to stay true.
[Verse 3]
Months from now when the dust finally lands,
I'll still be the one shaking both of their hands.
Mara got a new place, Dell got a new sound,
different directions, same love passed around.
I won't rank the heartbreak, won't measure the tears,
I just keep showing up through the next few years.
Group chat ghosts linger, old photos still tagged,
but loyalty ain't a contest you win with a flag.
I'm not the referee, not the judge on the stand,
just a steady friend holding both of their hands.
Time doesn't ask me to choose who was right,
it just asks me to show up, stay soft, hold the light.
[Chorus]
I don't gotta pick a side to still show love,
two hearts split wide open, I got room enough for both.
I don't gotta pick a side, no verdict, no vote,
just two people hurting, and I'm still afloat.
[Chorus]
I don't gotta pick a side to still show love,
two hearts split wide open, I got room enough for both.
I don't gotta pick a side, no verdict, no vote,
just two people hurting, and I'm still afloat.