Cursive Kind

Verse 1

Two in the morning

Your breathing is the only sound

I trace the shape of your back

Like a map I've memorized now

Fingertips on your shoulder

Salt from the night on your skin

I keep every little shiver

Locked somewhere deep within

Pre-Chorus

Maybe this is just a moment

Maybe this is something more

But I'm holding on so gently

Like I've never held before

Chorus

This is true love

The kind they write in cursive

This is true love

Slow and almost nervous

When the world gets too loud

I still find you in the crowd

This is true love

Verse 2

You laugh at all my secrets

The ones I barely say out loud

Your hands know all my broken

Parts and how to hold them proud

Sunday light on the pillow

Coffee gone cold on the floor

I don't need the grand gestures

I just need you at my door

Pre-Chorus

Maybe this is just a season

Maybe this is what remains

But I'm staying here forever

In the quiet of your name

Chorus

This is true love

The kind they write in cursive

This is true love

Slow and almost nervous

When the world gets too loud

I still find you in the crowd

This is true love

Bridge

Years from now when we're older

And the fire slows to ember glow

I'll still trace your open palm

And remember how I know

Chorus

This is true love

The kind they write in cursive

This is true love

Slow and almost nervous

When the world gets too loud

I still find you in the crowd

This is true love

Outro

Mm this is true love

Mm-mm this is true love