(Verse 1)
This is your favorite song, you hum it in the car,
Laughing at the radio, stealing kisses from the dark.
We danced on kitchen tiles, barefoot in the rain,
Built forts from midnight talks, forgot the world’s refrain.
(Pre-Chorus)
We mapped out every future on the backs of napkins torn,
Traced constellations in your eyes until the early morn.
(Chorus)
This is your favorite song — I hear it when you smile,
A carousel of moments spinning us for a while.
We were fireworks and sunlight, a perfect, reckless tune,
But some melodies are fleeting, like lovers of the moon.
(Verse 2)
We raced the late-night skyline, held secrets in our hands,
Shared fries and secret jokes, learned the language no one plans.
You showed me all your sides, I kept them like a flame,
We scribbled little forever’s, though forever wasn’t tame.
(Pre-Chorus)
You taught me how to breathe again in rooms that used to ache,
We stitched our laughs to leather hearts that time could never fake.
(Chorus)
This is your favorite song — I play it soft and long,
A ribbon of our summers, where every note belonged.
We were laughter at the shoreline, tucked in alleys of June,
But sometimes love is tender when it has to leave too soon.
(Bridge)
We can’t be together — not for lack of wanting more,
It’s miles and maps and mornings we can’t walk out the door.
It’s dreams that pull like tides, different stars we chase alone,
It’s promises to different tomorrows carved in stone.
(Verse 3)
Remember roadside diners, the postcard we kept folded tight,
The way you traced my name on fogged glass in the night.
You wore my jacket backward, swore you’d never let me go,
We learned to love like summer — bright, then melting slow.
(Chorus)
This is your favorite song — it knows the way you sigh,
It holds the taste of rooftop wine and sunsets in your eyes.
We were laughter in the backseat, radio and June,
But some tracks end in silence, some hearts must leave the tune.
(Outro)
So keep this as a comfort, a small light when days are long,
I hope when you hear it, you’ll think, “This was my favorite song.”
We were perfect in the chorus, imperfect in the why,
I’ll love you in the silence, beneath the open sky.