Bus stop confessions, hands like wars

You said “forever” but meant “for now” — of course

Chipped heart in a takeaway box

Drippin’ sauce on my Friday socks

I read our texts like they're holy scripts

(But the punchlines all start to slip)

You ghost me in full sentences

Each word a bruise with consequences

Missed calls on a cracked screen light

(Still feel your heat in the dead of night)

Fingertips like postcode maps

Got lost in you, never made it back

You said love was “art, but broken-glass kind”

Now I paint my joy in borrowed lines

And maybe I’m too soft for the sound

But I’d still burn just to keep you around

(If it’s all for show, at least it glows)

You said “don’t feel too much” — but babe, I overdose

So wrap me tight

Wrap me tight like velvet on the wire

Speak my name like it starts a fire

We're tangled up in a choir of liars

But your echo feels like home tonight

And I’d do it all again

(Yeah, I’d do it all again)

I walk through Hackney in my dreams

You in the shadows, stitched at the seams

Rain on my lashes, mascara truth

I play pretend but I miss your youth

You had a laugh like a West End fight

Loud, a little wrong, but always right

Now silence talks in a Brixton flat

And I drink your ghost like a midnight snack

We were paper in a bonfire

Writin' vows on a highwire

(Too young to call it fate, too old to play it safe)

I still dance to the beat of your goodbye

(I still flinch when strangers cry)

(In the smoke of dreams) Did we really mean it, or just pretend?

(I still hum your schemes) Replay your voice where the track ends

(Wrote you in my seams) Like ink that don’t wash out in rain

(But the song repeats again…)

Fall with me through this funeral fire

Every kiss was a gospel, a liar

But your name still rings through the choir

And I’d do it all again

(Yeah, I’d do it all again)

(Yeah, I’d do it all again)