[Verse]
We started as two strangers behind a screen,
No reason to care, no reason to dream,
Then you dropped one joke and walked away,
And somehow it followed me through the day.
You call yourself trouble, I should’ve known,
You plant little thoughts then leave me alone,
One minute we’re laughing, the next I’m thinking,
“Why did she say that?” — my patience is sinking.
You disappear when you feel like you should,
Then reappear like you always knew you could,
And I swear I’ve got better things to do,
But somehow my thoughts keep circling back to you.
[Pre Chorus]
You don’t even have to try,
That’s probably the dangerous part,
You throw a little spark into the night
And somehow it lands right on my heart.
[Chorus]
You live rent-free in my head,
With every crazy thing you said,
White housecoat, little white rabbit,
I blame you — I never asked for that habit.
A Crown raised somewhere in Toronto,
Justin Bieber playing matchmaker by accident, though,
You’re trouble, and you know it’s true,
I was doing just fine…
Then I started talking to you.
[Verse]
You can wiggle your ears, touch your nose with your tongue,
Somehow make grown-up conversations feel twenty-one,
You talk about matcha like you’re solving a crime,
Then pick up another random hobby for a little while.
You made five hundred cupcakes — who does that?
Built your own cake stand and just went with that,
You couldn’t find the sweater, so you learned how to sew,
You say, “I’ll figure it out,” and somehow you do.
You work with calendars, folders and plans,
While AI keeps putting everything in the wrong hands,
I said I’d be your IT guy on speed dial,
You’d better watch out — I might actually file.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Maybe it’s the way you disappear,
Then come back like you were never gone,
Maybe it’s the things you leave unsaid
That keep the conversation going on.
Maybe it’s Simon, maybe Patrick,
Maybe some ridiculous name you choose,
Maybe it’s just two strangers laughing
With absolutely nothing left to lose.
And if you’re wondering what started this,
I’ll blame that ridiculous Bieber song,
“Confident” playing in the background
While somehow everything went wrong.
Or right.
[Breakdown]
You say you’re just curious,
I say I’m just intrigued,
You say you’re a troublemaker,
I say that’s all I need.
You talk about Italian,
Parmigiana, spinach dip,
Then somehow one innocent conversation
Turns into something I can’t forget.
[Final Chorus]
You live rent-free in my head,
More than anything you ever said,
White housecoat, little white rabbit,
Somehow you made a joke become a habit.
Crown shots, late nights, laughing too loud,
Two strangers somehow standing out in a crowd,
You keep me guessing, I don’t know what to do,
Maybe that’s the whole point —
I never know what comes next with you.
You’re trouble, and I’m curious too,
No promises, no plans, no clue,
Just one strange connection neither of us knew
Would turn into this…
Me, writing a song
About you.