Love Like This

{"lyrics":"[intro]\nLate night, low light, me and you (uh)\nClock slow, two cups, one truth (yeah)\n(ah-ah) Mmm, ayy\n\n[verse]\nI scribble constellations on your name inside my palm, no map, just lean on me\nPaper planes and promises, I fold them soft, you catch the breeze, yeah, you believe\nI traded armor for confession, heavy chest but I put weight on honesty\nYou move like the chorus in my head—stuck on repeat, that's a remedy\nWe argue like we balance bills, then laugh like it's on the house (ha)\nYou pick my screws out of the socket when I twitch, you never doubt\nGot receipts of every late-night text, blue ticks but you stayed up\nI count the reasons I'm afraid to lose and then you kiss the doubts away, yup\nI hustle soft for steady things — a look, a minute, quiet Sundays\nYou the headline in my small talks, breaking news in lonely lanes\nI learned to apologize in full sentences, not like it's practice\nYou taught me how to stay and not just visit feelings like they travel passes\nTiming wasn't our ally, still we set a clock and then we beat it\nWe built a room with no one judging where the music plays and heat it\nI keep my flaws on open display, you decorate 'em with patience\nYou make the loud parts feel like home, give noise a translation\nSometimes I get reckless, sprint for pride, trip over ego's chain\nYou hold me, say it's okay to fold — love's the art, not the frame (yeah)\n\n[pre-chorus]\nI said I wouldn't fall, I lied (I lied), you smiled and took the bet (took the bet)\nYou pull me through the static of my mind, your voice the safest net\nNo medals for surviving cold nights, just someone who stayed warm (stayed warm)\nWe write the rules as we go, imperfect, brilliant, born\n\n[chorus]\nLove like this, love like this (love like this) — hey, hey, hey\nLove like this, love like this (love like this) — hey, hey, hey\nLove like this, love like this (love like this) — hey, hey, hey\nLove like this, love like this (love like this) — hey, hey, hey\nHold me close, don't let me drift (don't let me drift), oh-oh\nHold me close, don't let me drift (don't let me drift), oh-oh\n\n[break]\n\n[verse]\nI spit confessions to the ceiling, paint 'em gold when the lights go dim\nOur soundtrack's in the cracks of the old floor where our secrets swim\nYou got a laugh that lifts a heavy day, turns static into hymn\nI owe you honesty over headlines, I owe you truth in skim\nMoney can't buy the way you read me — margin notes, you highlight scars\nYou patch my sentences with better words and teach my silence to spar\nWe got rituals — grocery lines, late films, stolen fries at 2 a.m.\nYou making simple feel like scripture, baptize my bad days, amen\nI lie awake composing futures where I'm not selfish with my time\nYou reply with plans that have our names, like architecture for the mind\nSometimes I test the weather of your love, throw storms just to see t