You're in the bathroom, door closed tight, Doing your business, out of sight. I’m in the hallway, feeling so alone, Wishing that I could call you on the phone. (Pre-Chorus) But you're busy, I know it’s true, Still, I can't help but think of you. The fan’s on, the air's not clear, But my heart is, and it wants you near. (Chorus) Oh, baby, I miss you from the other side, Of this thin wall where you hide. You’re sitting on the throne, doing your part, But I’m out here with an aching heart. Oh, I miss you, yeah, I miss you, Even when you’re on the loo. (Verse 2) Every creak of the floor, every flush of the tank, I’m counting the minutes like it’s a love prank. The magazines stacked, the scrolls on your phone, I just want to tell you I feel alone. (Pre-Chorus) But I get it, we all need space, Even when it’s in a private place. Still, I’m here, waiting for you, To finish the job and come back through. (Chorus) Oh, baby, I miss you from the other side, Of this thin wall where you bide. You’re ruling your porcelain empire strong, But my love for you is lifelong. Oh, I miss you, yeah, I miss you, Even when you’re on the loo. (Bridge) Maybe it’s strange, this love of mine, To yearn for you even at this time. But love knows no bounds, no bathroom breaks, It’s in the air—even when it stinks. (Final Chorus) Oh, baby, I miss you from the other side, Of this thin wall where you confide. Come back to me when your mission's through, My heart’s still here, waiting for you. Oh, I miss you, yeah, I miss you, Even when you’re on the loo. (Outro) So flush away, and don’t delay, My love is strong, it’s here to stay. Whether you're near or far away, Even pooping can’t take my love away.
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The lyrics convey a sense of longing and playful affection, highlighting the idea that love transcends even mundane or private moments. It mixes humor with genuine feelings of loneliness and desire, creating an endearing and relatable emotional landscape.
The song can connect with audiences during humorous and light-hearted moments, particularly in settings like casual gatherings, comedy shows, and relatable social media content. It’s suitable for playlists that focus on fun or quirky love songs.
The song employs a straightforward lyrical structure with a catchy chorus, making it memorable and singable. The use of humor in the imagery around a bathroom setting contrasts with the deeper feelings of yearning, showcasing clever songwriting that balances lightheartedness with emotional depth.
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared, In
I used to wish upon the stars I used to love in the dark I used to make stories up About you He’d call you on the phone Asking “where you wanna go?” The brutal honesty Left you alone I may not be perfect But maybe its worth it To break a heart once or twice A lovers convergence A snake and a pearl Your breaking of bars and my butterfly scars So kiss my arm and kiss my head Don’t trust any word they say Because they don’t know you like I do So kiss my arm and kiss my head Love is a furious burning red It’ll blind you until you share my eyes I was small and sweet A breathe of fresh air A different taste for the town which we shared They point and stare, asking if I was someone But when they’d see my face they’d call 911. When they saw my hands they’d call 911. When they saw me they’d call 911. So kiss my arm and kiss my head Trust every single word I say Because I know everything about you too So kiss my arm and kiss my head Treat love like a close friend Grasp onto it under it fights back Take it, embrace it Love it, don’t change it Fate makes it impossible to read Curse it, reverse it Leave them to worsen Two wrongs to make a right But love was never right for them Cause loving was impossible For wishing on the stars Loving who we are Love my butterfly scars Don’t break my sensible heart I’ll love you till the moon turns red And the sky falls apart instead So love my butterfly scars Just love my butterfly scars So kiss my arm and kiss my head Don’t trust a fucking word they say Because they don’t know you like I do So kiss my arm and kiss my head Trust every single word I say Because I know everything about you too So kiss my arm and kiss my head Treat love like a close friend Grasp onto it under it fights back So kiss my arm and kiss my head Love is a furious burning red It’ll blind you until you share my eyes So kiss my arm and kiss my head Kiss my butterfly scars instead So kiss my heart and kiss my brain Kiss me in the cold pouring rain Dancing in the street until the cars splash my coat So kiss my arm and kiss my scars
[Verse] In a world so cold you brought the heat With your love girl you made me complete A troubled soul lost in dark streets But your smile baby it can’t be beat [Verse 2] Saw your eyes shimmer under the moonlight Held me close through the longest night In your heartbeat I found my fight Your touch girl always felt so right [Chorus] Every time I was down and low Your patience made me grow you know Waited for me through thick and thin You’re the reason I begin again [Verse 3] Had battles lost and moments of doubt But your faith girl it pulled me out By your side I never had to shout Your love showed me what life’s about [Verse 4] A queen who lived through all my pains With you by my side broke all the chains In your arms girl felt like I’d reign Your love like a healing rain [Chorus] Every time I was down and low Your patience made me grow you know Waited for me through thick and thin You’re the reason I begin again
Verse 1: It started with a restless plan, A couple of bucks and an empty van. We hit the road with no real aim, Chasing the thrill, playing the game. The summer air was wild and free, Fingers drumming to the melody. With the city lights fading fast, We were living a dream we knew wouldn’t last. Chorus: Runaway nights under open skies, Breaking the rules, losing track of time. No maps, no plans, just a spark to ignite, This is the story of our runaway nights. With every mile, the world felt small, We had nothing, but we had it all. Verse 2: We stopped at a diner at half past two, Made some friends we barely knew. A Polaroid snapped, a story told, Of chasing dreams and hearts of gold. The jukebox played our favorite song, We sang out loud like we belonged. A moment fleeting, but it felt so real, That’s the kind of magic you can’t conceal. Chorus: Runaway nights under open skies, Breaking the rules, losing track of time. No maps, no plans, just a spark to ignite, This is the story of our runaway nights. With every mile, the world felt small, We had nothing, but we had it all. Bridge: Now the sun’s coming up, the road’s still long, But the memories linger like a timeless song. The kind of nights that change your view, When the world’s wide open, and so are you. Chorus (Alt): Runaway nights, we’re burning bright, Living for the moment, holding on tight. No maps, no plans, just a spark to ignite, This is the story of our runaway nights. With every mile, the world felt small, We had nothing, but we had it all. Outro: So here’s to the nights we’ll never trade, The stories we lived, the memories we made. Runaway hearts under endless skies, This is our anthem, our runaway nights.
Title: Puppet Masters (Verse 1) In a world where shadows linger, they dance unseen, Rye the bunny shining bright, a glimmering façade, But behind the sparkles, whispers of the unclean, A mask of hope wraps despair in a delicate charade. (Chorus) Puppet masters pull the strings, Each note a silent scream, In this play of hidden things, Caught in a fractured dream. (Verse 2) Chaos the dog smiles wide, his laughter just a game, But the echo of his joy is a veil on troubled ground, Beneath the boundless joy, there’s a flicker of the same, A mask that blurs the sorrow, where heartache can be found. (Chorus) Puppet masters pull the strings, Each note a silent scream, In this play of hidden things, Caught in a fractured dream. (Verse 3) Sparkles the dragon flies high, grasping at the sky, Yet every breath of freedom holds a weight that isn't light, His joyous flight conceals the pain he keeps nearby, A mask that hides his struggles from the unforgiving night. (Chorus) Puppet masters pull the strings, Each note a silent scream, In this play of hidden things, Caught in a fractured dream. (Bridge) Fusion the fox darts fast, through shadows he's entwined, A blur of effortless motion, yet a heart that feels the strain, Beneath the guise of freedom, oh, how heavy hangs his mind, A mask that keeps him running from the truth he can’t explain. (Verse 4) Leona the cat, broken so, hides in her gentle grace, The world sees only beauty, a life that seems complete, Yet every purr and whisper guards the fractures she can’t face, A mask worn to protect her from the sting of lost defeat. (Chorus) Puppet masters pull the strings, Each note a silent scream, In this play of hidden things, Caught in a fractured dream. (Outro) So we wear our own disguises, in this tangled masquerade, While the puppet masters linger, pulling tight, no escape made, In the silence of our laughter, in the depths of our despair, We search for something real, a truth we can lay bare.
