I remember those nights, crying in your embrace
You won't stay like this, you’d say with grace
We built a bubble, so sick and entwined
Is it wrong to love? Is it wrong to be kind?
Loving you feels sick, so problematic and wrong, they said
In the chaos we create, that's where we belong
Did your mom get mad when I made you smile bright?
Did you hate my way of loving, with all of your might?
I recall your green eyes, the stories they spun
You’d rather fight with me than have peace with anyone
Loving you feels sick, so problematic and wrong
In the chaos we create, that's where we belong
You were never met by my father’s gaze
You were too much for him, in so many ways
Now the love he claims I need is the love you once gave
But the bubble has burst, and I’m learning to brave
'Cause
Loving you feels sick, so problematic and wrong
In the chaos we create, that's where we belong
At sixteen, it’s strange, but you’re no longer near
So I can sleep with that love, without fear
Just a wife by his side, but with you I had fun
Your songs filled my weeks, our laughter had won
In your cozy old hoodie, those millions were spent
Laughing at jokes, with no need to repent
We’d talk through the night, till the dawn's gentle light
Those moments were twisted, yet somehow felt right
