**Verse 1**
I used to fold my wildness up
Like a letter no one reads,
Kept my laughter in my pockets,
Kept my colors underneath.
Then you came in soft as morning,
Set your hand against my spine,
Said, "Take up all the room you need —
This heart was built with you in mind."
**Chorus** *(harmony joins)*
And you never made me shrink
To fit inside your arms,
You hold me loud and crooked,
Every quirk and false alarm.
Two weirdos in the kitchen,
Swaying off the beat,
Inside jokes our quiet fortune,
Being true our only clothing —
That's our kind of romance,
Love, that's our kind of romance.
**Verse 2**
I laugh too loud in silent rooms,
I say too much by candlelight,
Then lie awake and cringe about
The heart I spilled the night before.
But you just smile and draw me close,
Your whisper warm against my ear:
"The strange is sacred, darling —
There's nothing to unsay in here."
**Chorus** *(harmony joins)*
'Cause you never made me shrink
To fit inside your arms,
You hold me loud and crooked,
Every quirk and false alarm.
Two weirdos in the kitchen,
Swaying off the beat,
Inside jokes our quiet fortune,
Being true our only clothing —
That's our kind of romance.
**Bridge** *(cello enters, barely above a whisper)*
Some people pray for fairytales,
Glass slippers, tidy ends —
I only want the one who claps
When I stumble and call it dance.
No shrinking, no pretending,
No edges sanded smooth,
Just two souls, unedited,
Worn soft and woven through.
*(a swell, then quiet again)*
And if the world should find us odd,
Let them wonder, let them stare —
We wrote our vows in crayon,
And love's the only dress code there.
**Final Chorus** *(both voices, piano blooming)*
No, you never made me shrink
To fit inside your arms —
You only opened wider,
Every quirk and false alarm.
Two weirdos in the kitchen,
Songs with no rhythm at all,
Inside jokes our quiet fortune,
Truth the only thing we're wearing —
That's my favorite romance...
**Outro** *(one voice, one guitar, fading)*
Laughing too loud, dancing all wrong,
Turning our strange into song —
That's my favorite kind of romance:
Ours. It's always been ours.
