My Love, My Voice

Verse 1

You walked into the room,

Saw us laughing, saw us talk,

And decided that our happiness

Was something you could knock.

You said it's getting cringe,

Said we're talking way too much,

But honey, here's the funny part:

You don't get to call the shots.

Pre-Chorus

You can roll your eyes,

You can walk away,

You can hit that little block button

If that's how you wanna play.

But there's one thing

You don't get to do:

Tell me how to love

When it isn't hurting you.

Chorus

You're allowed to have opinions,

You're allowed to disagree,

But you're not allowed to tell me

How I talk to my boyfriend.

You can call it fucking cringe,

You can say it's not your scene,

But you don't get to rewrite

What our happiness means.

So go ahead and block us,

Go ahead and disappear,

But you don't get to control

Who I love or how I speak to him here.

Verse 2

We're not asking for permission,

We're not begging you to stay,

We're just two people talking

At the end of someone's day.

If you came here for the music,

That's completely fine with me,

But your playlist isn't law

And this chat ain't your decree.

Pre-Chorus

You can roll your eyes,

You can walk away,

You can hit that little block button

If that's how you wanna play.

But there's one thing

You don't get to do:

Tell me how to love

When it isn't hurting you.

Chorus

You're allowed to have opinions,

You're allowed to disagree,

But you're not allowed to tell me

How I talk to my boyfriend.

You can call it fucking cringe,

You can say it's not your scene,

But you don't get to rewrite

What our happiness means.

So go ahead and block us,

Go ahead and disappear,

But you don't get to control

Who I love or how I speak to him here.

Bridge

You don't have to like it.

You don't have to understand.

You don't have to sit and watch us

Holding digital hands.

But there's a difference

Between saying, "Not for me,"

And thinking your opinion

Is a fucking decree.

Final Chorus

You're allowed to have opinions,

And I'll always let you speak,

But you're not allowed to dictate

How I love or how I treat.

You can call us little lovebirds,

You can roll your eyes and leave,

But you don't get to control

The happiness you see.

It's my voice, my choice,

My conversation, my life.

You can close the damn window,

But you don't get to turn it off.

Outro

Your opinion is yours.

Mine is mine.

And how I talk to my boyfriend?

That's not your call.