No soap opera love, no,
Just real—no pretend spark.
It’s bread, it’s butter, it’s wine,
Day by day, no complaints in the dark.
If it ain’t right? Let it go.
Not bitter like coffee too strong,
Not bland like a song with no beat,
It’s sweet—like honey, but raw, just right.
Don’t burn like sun through glass,
Don’t freeze like a winter’s breath…
Not lukewarm, put me to sleep, no—
It’s fire, it’s ice, it’s the cure, I guess.
Our love ain’t no drama, no,
It’s a sitcom mess, it’s a laugh track high.
Plot with no end, but I know—
Every day gets better, that’s the tie.
Not shy, not crude, just clear,
Not cold like a toothache sting…
It’s now—no "wait," no tears,
No delay, just heat in the ring.
Don’t pray, but it’s blessed,
Since the day that it grew…
Never says, "I’m out," but it’s there—
Like a ghost, but it’s you.
Bridge
Like a jeep on a backroad, yeah—
Stuck, then free, then home again.
Some days feel like the end, but then—
Night comes, and the spark’s still there.
It’s rain soaking through,
It’s a flame licking air,
It’s the humidity clinging tight,
It’s the mist—light as a prayer.
It’s everything, it’s nothing much,
Just love that won’t quit, won’t disappear.
Final Chorus + Outro
Our love ain’t no drama, no,
It’s a sitcom mess, it’s a laugh track high.
Plot with no end, but I know—
Every day gets better, that’s the tie.
"‘Cause the love inside our love…
Makes our love grow bigger than
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