Lyrics

Verse 1
Met her at a farmer’s market by the kale,
She said, “Nice Doc Martens,” and I nearly derailed.
She offered me hummus; I said, “Is this fate?”
By the second date, we’re redecorating my place.

Pre-Chorus
She’s got a toolkit; I’ve got the plants,
Together we’re building Ikea romance.

Chorus
Oh, it’s flannels and hummus, cats and big spoons,
Crying over movies in the afternoon.
We’re sharing our clothes, we’re sharing our lives,
It’s chaos, it’s perfect, and it’s queer delight.

Verse 2
She’s got earrings shaped like tiny baguettes,
I’ve got a tattoo of her dog, no regrets.
We’re swapping playlists, one folk, one punk,
Debating if this lamp is cute or just junk.

Pre-Chorus
Who needs boundaries when love’s on full blast?
We moved in so quick, the lease isn’t past.

Chorus
Oh, it’s hummus and flannels, PMS wars,
We’re synchronized crying at the grocery store.
She holds my hand in the Target aisle,
And I’m wondering if this is too lesbian style.

Bridge
Public restrooms? We’ll always go as a team,
Debating which shade of green’s our dream.
She’s got kombucha, I’ve got oat milk,
Our pantry’s a shrine to lesbian guilt.

Chorus
Oh, it’s earrings of fruit, big plants on the sill,
Flirting so awkward, like we’re standing still.
We’re cooking together, fighting over spice,
This messy, soft chaos? It’s lesbian life.

Outro
So here’s to the U-Hauls, the snacks, and the tears,
To big hoop earrings and passionate queers.
It’s wild, it’s tender, it’s perfectly right,
In this flannel-clad love, we’ll dance through the night.