[Intro]
[low vocal register]Uh[/low vocal register]
Two mics
One room
Too much truth
Let’s go
[Verse 1 – Male]
You say I’m poison, then you sip me slow
Scroll my messages, still you never go
You pack your bags, then you drop ’em at the door
Say you’re done with the drama, then you beg for more
You call me selfish, but you need my touch
Say I talk reckless, but you love it too much
We break each other, and we both keep score
Still your name on my lips when I hit that floor
[Verse 2 – Female]
You say I’m crazy, but you spin me first
Talk about loyalty, then you make it hurt
You disappear, then you come back late
Smell like trouble, and I still let you taste
You say I’m toxic, I just match your fire
Every word that you throw cut through the wire
We tear it down, then we climb right back
Same old fight, same hands on my back
[Chorus]
[violin swells in, soulful]
Can’t live with you
Can’t breathe without you
We cut too deep
Then we run back through
I’m bleeding, but I still choose you (still choose you)
We ruin everything we touch
But I’m stuck to you
Can’t live with you
Can’t breathe without you
We hurt, then hug like new
[Verse 3 – Male]
Look, you slam doors, I punch walls
You throw words that could end it all
We say “I’m done,” then the phone lights up
Two missed calls, then we both pull up
You hate my temper, I hate your pride
But who the hell am I if you’re not by my side?
Every time you leave, air feels thin
I swear I’m drowning ’til you walk back in
[Verse 4 – Female]
You break my trust, then you swear you’ll change
I push you away, then I feel that ache
I tell my girls that I’m over your mess
But your name on my throat when I’m half undressed
You’re the worst for me, but my favorite sin
I lose myself every time you win
If love ain’t war, then what is this?
Bruised up hearts and a hostage kiss
[Chorus]
[violin runs louder, added harmonies]
[Bridge – Duet]
[male] You’re my bad habit, I relapse fast
[female] You’re my last chance, and my last crash
[male] We say “next time,” but it’s still the same
[female] New excuses, old kind of pain
[together]
We’re too much heat for a fragile room
We both swing first, then we share the wound
If walking away means losing you
I’d rather stay broken than feel that truth
[Chorus]
[violin soaring, echoed ad-libs, [crescendo]]