You ain’t my boyfriend, but you wear my hoodie like it’s blessed,

late-night FaceTime, got me blushin’ half-undressed.

Say you ain’t the jealous type—liar, lier, tight grip on my waist,

pull me off the market, baby, keep me in your private place.

We break the rules, then make ’em, every kiss a new crime,

I call it “just hanging out,” we both know that shit’s a lie.

No label, no chain, but I’m wrapped up just the same—

if we ever go official, put my last name in your playlist name.

You ain’t gotta label this, just pull me closer

Late-night whisper, skip the world, let it freeze over

I’ll be your low-key / high-key favorite secret shoulder

Call me your “hey” in the AM, your “stay” when it’s colder

No pressure, just pressure points—fingers tracing constellations

We’re gravity proof, levitating on vibrations

If anybody asks, we’re “only friends” with extra sugar coating

But when the door shuts, you’re the only song I’m noting

Boy, don’t trip—just trip the light with me

Borrowed time feels right, so write our name in invisible ink

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