[Intro] the world is ending but you texted me back, so i put on pants and had a mild panic attack... because love is war and i’m a draft-dodging wreck, but you smiled once, and i haven't slept since... [Verse 1] i mapped your freckles like constellations, named a few after my own frustrations, “this one’s regret,” “that one’s sleep deprivation”.... i’m a scholar of you and my own damnation... i write sonnets in spreadsheets, i romance in memes, i’d die for your laugh but can’t say what that means, and yeah, i’d run barefoot through a war-torn hell, but i'm just an idiot if you couldn't telll... [Pre-Chorus] i’m a martyr in a hoodie and discount jeans, baptized in caffeine and daydreamed scenes, you said, “you’re intense,” i said “i’m a poet”, (which is code for “i’m doomed and i know it”)... [Chorus] but if they come for you, they’ll have to come for me, armed with bad posture and a tragic backstory, i’ll scream your name at the top of my lungs, then take the fall once it leaves my tongue... ‘cause love like this burns dumb and bright, it’s probably wrong but it feels kinda right, so i’ll rewrite our fate in eyeliner pen, and if we die young, let’s do it beautifully, then... [Verse 2] you wanted stability, i brought a mixtape, full of songs from that band you prolly hate, but i'll play it for you while on our third date, then watch you leave in disgust as if it's fate... you said “you’re sweet, but not sustainable”, i said “i know, but i’m incredibly trainable”, we argued in metaphors and made up in prose, but happy endings weren’t a part of the show... [Bridge] so, i carved our initials in existential dread, made peace with the version of you trapped in my head, i was never enough but i gave it all up, like a dumbass hero with a flair for bad luck.... [Chorus] so if they take you, i’ll raise hell with a grin, armed with sarcasm and a bottle of gin, cause love is a war, and i’m losing in style, but at least you loved me for a lil while... [Outro] if this is tragedy, make it rhyme, if this is goodbye, make it mine... i’ll toast to us with room-temp tea, you were glorious, and i was... me...