[intro]
you pitched my gaming chair out on the grass last night
i switched your netflix login just to spark a fight
we’re firing passive-aggressive warhead texts
tearing up the place while we argue about sex

[verse]
you used to say ‘destroy me’ in a softer tone
when breaking down meant building up a home (whore)
back when we were fearless, blunt, and fucking honest
now every thought of you hits my gut—
and damn, i wanna vomit

[pre-chorus]
M-A-D, yeah we’re going M-A-D
clashing like it’s world war three (three, three)
M-A-D, totally M-A-D
but you still look good to me! (me, me)

[chorus]
mutually assured destruction
walk the hell out—I’ll torch it out of spite!
mutually assured destruction
if you run, i’ll bite just to feel that fight!

[verse]
you scrubbed the bathroom tiles with my toothbrush, sure
i stacked your vinyl flat so it’ll warp for sure
we strategize our cruelty, calculate our spite
dinner’s quiet landmines, icy shoulders all night
you screenshot every message, circle every typo
i ‘accidentally’ wiped your iphone photos
we weaponized our memories—love turned into war
no clue why we’re battling, but we’re keeping score

[pre-chorus]
M-A-D, yeah we’re going M-A-D
clashing like it’s world war three (three, three)
M-A-D, totally M-A-D
but you still look good to me! (me, me)

[bridge]
static in the attic of us, it buzzes
habit turns havoc, we love our grudges
mutual funeral—beautiful pain
building a bomb out of bedroom shame
stitch it, then rip it, then pitch it to pieces
vicious and scripted, the sickness increases
no reconstruction—function’s corrupted
i’m done. i’m done. connection: disrupted

[final chorus / outro]
M-A-D, yeah we’re going M-A-D
clashing like it’s world war three (three, three)
M-A-D, totally M-A-D
but you still look good to me! (me, me)

mutually assured destruction
blowing up our love tonight!
mutually assured destruction
and somehow it still feels right!

baby, we’re a hot mess, brawling in our underwear
mutually assured destruction
we don’t fight fair! (hell nah)
so here we stand, two broken pieces
in a war no one needs
no way to win—give in to sin
baby, we’re going… mad… we’re going mad
but you still look good to me