Scripted Love ft. T!ny Lyrics

We broken through skin

We parted the sea

Our life is a movie

Our love is 3D

Every moment we shared feels like more than a scene

It's us for forever like yachty and crete

I swear you're my clyde way you clear out the streets

You show me your love through a trigger and sheets

But am I what you need am I what you breathe

Cause everyday we keep on losing touch

I put nobody else above you

Moonlit pictures

Speak more then the suicidal door conversations

In the back of the ghost (few)

Let me see the stars you cover up

Tryna know the reason you're still holding off

Cause i cant decide if I'm what you want

Or just what you need for the moment

Lost in the back room with the ghost of you

Lemme see the stars that you cover up

Show me where you hide when they running up

Cause I'm never by your side

When you light it up

Show me

Show me

What would be enough

Cause the touch of your skin

Doesn't mean it's love

Doesn't mean it's love

But I was the one with my hands in the mud

Pulled the trigger

Pulled the plug on some people I loved

Just for you to say we distant and I don't speak on our love

I'm in those same scenes

I wrote scripts with my blood

To put you on game still the fame ain't enough

Hard to talk freely if you'd see what I've done

All them broken nail problems wouldn't add up to none

If you stepped out your red bottoms

You'd see where i run

Cause I've got my issues and i know that reflects on you

Yeah it's tough when you only see the pretty truth

Yeah it's rough when your hands aren't as scared as mine

It hurts when you cant see my fucking side

And it's my fault (yuh)

You chose me

But i'll still take a bullet for you baby

I'm in the stars

Your in my heart

You keep me gazing

If you leaving

I'd believe it

Shit ain't easy

I saw what we could be

Two with fluidity

Jumping through rings of fire

No cash just pure desire

It's your fault I knew you

It's my fault that I chose you

I put nobody else above you

Moonlit pictures

Speak more then the suicidal door conversations

In the back of the ghost (few)

Let me see the stars you cover up

Tryna know the reason you're still holding off

Cause I can't decide if I'm what you want

Or just what you need for the moment

Or just what you need

Need

Need