Us

Chorus

Catalina — with patience thin as wine,

Bogdan — late again, but swears he’s fine.

We roast, we care, we talk, we heal,

That’s how real friendship’s supposed to feel.

Bridge

No drama, no fairytales, no fake applause,

Just three weird souls with matching flaws.

We don’t need to prove we’re close —

It’s written in how we joke, I suppose.

Final Chorus

Catalina — my mirror, my calm, my fight,

Bogdan — the chaos I still invite.

Through every eye roll, laugh, and sigh —

We’re the kind that never says goodbye