[Verse 1]
We started where the lights hung low,
Malone’s patio glow, you stole the show.
Mini-golf laughs and a park floor dream,
You in my hoodie, world’s softest scream.
Now your desk sits next to mine,
Coffee rings on both our lives intertwine.
We’ve been rewriting chaos in cursive flame,
Every weekend whisper still calls your name.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s soup on the stove, and your hair in my sink,
Every little mess pulls me to the brink.
You call it love, I call it a war worth bleeding for—
And baby, I’m all in, forevermore.
[Chorus]
Two more minutes ‘til I breathe again,
Two more minutes ‘til my world makes sense.
Commas between us, never full stops,
Every pause just means we’ll pick back up.
Through the bruised moons and the Sunday scars,
Through the mimosas, the bedsheets, and backyard stars—
We’re a sentence still being written,
And I don’t want the period.
[Verse 2]
Chicken tortilla nights, Tuscan soup haze,
Bubble bath steam, our hands find ways.
The boys in the yard, laughter on repeat,
You blend in so perfect, it’s almost complete.
We house-hunt like dreamers building fate,
Carrying you over the threshold—I can’t wait.
You’re fire, I’m calm, both in my veins,
A lesson in love through pleasure and pain.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
We’re kids again with grown-up hearts,
Healing in pieces, sacred and scarred.
You trace my jaw like you’re signing your name,
And suddenly, nothing feels the same.
[Chorus]
Two more minutes ‘til I breathe again,
Two more minutes ‘til my world makes sense.
Commas between us, never full stops,
Every pause just means we’ll pick back up.
Through the bruised moons and the Sunday scars,
Through the mimosas, the bedsheets, and backyard stars—
We’re a sentence still being written,
And I don’t want the period.
[Bridge – “Chaos Theory” call-back]
You’re my chaos, my pattern, my proof of design,
Every scar in me aligns with your spine.
We fucked like revenge through the wasted years,
Now we laugh like we earned all the tears.
From Baldwin Manor to the next sunrise,
Every echo in me still whispers your eyes.
This isn’t the end—it’s a rerun in color,
Of a lifetime found in one another.
[Final Chorus]
Two more minutes ‘til I breathe again,
Two more minutes ‘til our story begins.
Commas between us, not goodbye lines,
Just breaths between lifetimes intertwined.
Through every verse and every song,
You’ve been the reason all along.
We’re not finished, we’re just infinite—
Baby, this is where everything fits.
[Outro – whispered/soft breakdown]
So leave the lights on,
And the soup on the stove.
We’re chaos, we’re calm—
We’re the only kind of love I know.
2Racoons1Cube
