Neon buzzin’ over aisle three,

Slushie machines hum a melody.

You grab a snack, I grab one too,

Laughin’ ‘cause we’re broke but it feels brand new.

It’s 2 AM, and the world’s asleep,

But we’re wide awake where the lights still beep.

Who needs a fancy candlelight?

We’ve got 7-Eleven on a Friday night.

Bite from your side, I’ll bite from mine,

Lips crash together right on time.

Messy, silly, sparks still sizzle—

Baby, meet me in the middle.

Yeah, who needs Paris or some skyline view?

When gas station love tastes this true.

Buffalo roll and a pack of fries,

Ketchup packet nearly caught my eyes.

You wipe my face, I steal your grin,

Every little clumsy thing’s where love begins.

Our table’s just the hood of my car,

Cheap romance but it feels like stars.

Every snack we share feels like a vow,

This junk food kingdom’s ours right now.

Bite from your side, I’ll bite from mine,

Lips crash together right on time.

Messy, silly, sparks still sizzle—

Baby, meet me in the middle.

Yeah, who needs diamonds or high-class views?

When gas station love tastes this true.

They’d never put this scene in a movie reel,

But it’s the kinda love that feels too real.

Every cheap bite’s a crown jewel glow,

‘Cause you’re the only flavor I wanna know.

Bite from your side, I’ll bite from mine,

We kiss through laughter every time.

Greasy fingers, hearts still sizzle—

Baby, meet me in the middle.

Yeah, call it crazy, call it crude,

But I’m drunk in love on this junk food.

So pass the roll, let’s make it official…

Baby, meet me… in the middle