(Verse 1)

We're just two kids with matching rings on our hands,

Playing grown-up love, but you understand—

You run your fingers through my messy hair,

Smell like something perfect, like you don't even care.

Blonde boy, blue eyes, staring like I'm art,

You laugh at my jokes, and you're breaking my heart.

(Pre-Chorus)

We argue 'bout kids—three or four, it's a war,

But it's cute, it's a game, and I want even more.

You call me pretty when I look like a wreck,

And I never meant "I love you" to anyone before—what the heck?

(Chorus)

You're the real thing, baby, and it's terrifying,

All my exes got the words, but you got the feeling.

I want you to buy me that baby fox and plush,

Sneak you in at night when the house is hush.

Pancakes and tea, cheesecake on the floor,