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Verse 1
The couch is an island that never needs a map,
Your head finds my shoulder like it’s written in the cracks.
A bowl of constellations dressed in butter and gold,
We eat little galaxies before they grow old.
The room turns small while the night grows wide,
Funny how forever can fit side by side.
What’s louder than fireworks? A silence shared by two.
Pre-Chorus
No crowd to impress, no finish line to chase,
Just your laugh painting pictures all over this place.
Chorus
Pass me the popcorn, pass me your hand,
We’re building a kingdom no one else understands.
Ice cream melting slower than the hours disappear,
If time has a freezer, why are we still here?
The couch keeps our secrets tucked deep in its seams,
Where salt falls in love with the sweetest of dreams.
If home was a flavor, I’d swear that it’s you—
A little bit messy… a little bittersweet too.
Verse 2
Every popped kernel’s a wish that escaped,
Every empty bowl is a memory shaped.
Your smile steals scenes from the movie we chose,
But I'm not watching the screen—I'm watching you glow.
Turns ordinary moments into standing ovations.
Who knew the best soundtrack was your sleepy sigh?
Or the credits could roll while we’re still feeling alive?
What melts before touching fire? A heart beside ice cream.
Pre-Chorus
No crowd to impress, no finish line to chase,
Just your laugh painting pictures all over this place.
Chorus
Pass me the popcorn, pass me your hand,
We’re building a kingdom no one else understands.
Ice cream melting slower than the hours disappear,
If time has a freezer, why are we still here?
The couch keeps our secrets tucked deep in its seams,
Where salt falls in love with the sweetest of dreams.
If home was a flavor, I’d swear that it’s you—
A little bit messy… a little bittersweet too.
Bridge
Let the world keep racing after bigger, brighter things,
We’ll wear blankets like capes instead of diamond rings.
Heroes don’t always fly across the silver screen—
Sometimes they just stay… exactly where they’ve been.
Final Chorus
Pass me the popcorn, leave tomorrow outside,
Tonight every heartbeat has front-row seats beside mine.
The spoon finds the carton like rivers find the sea,
Funny how your smile keeps rescuing me.
If love had a language, it’d sound like your laugh,
Half in the movie… half off the path.
No grand destination, no place left to roam—
Just popcorn, ice cream… and you feeling like home.
Outro
What fills a whole room without making a sound?
Two hearts on a couch…
letting ordinary become profound.
Details
GeneratedJul 24, 2026
Duration4:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Soulful-pop country hybrid, autotune narmony
powerful,gritty,falsetto,emotional,soaring vocals,new school,choir,raw,funk
Credits
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DoubleJ83
DoubleJ83ModelAria v5.5
