Threesome

We don’t need big words or shiny shows,

We just talk — and somehow everyone knows.

Same jokes, same faces, same kind of mess,

Still showing up, still giving our best.

Pre-Chorus

You both drive me crazy — and yet,

I’d still pick you every time, no regret.

Chorus

Catalina — calm storm with perfect hair,

Bogdan — the smartass who’s always “not there.”

We roll our eyes, we laugh, we fight,

And somehow, it all feels right.

Pre-Chorus

We don’t do fake — we do real,

Even when real’s too much to feel.

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.