[Intro – close mic, low amused voice] Yeah... Apparently awareness doesn’t turn the fucking electricity off. Good to know. [Verse 1] I know that feeling when it starts That little voltage in my chest Old me would've called it fate New me knows to check the rest Is it chemistry? Is it history? Is my nervous system getting nostalgic again? Fuck knows. You say something sharp I throw something back Nobody folds Nobody attacks Just that little spark That look in your eye And every sensible part of me goes— Mate. Don't.... Fucken... Do it..... hahahah... [Pre-Chorus] I know the wiring I know the switch I know exactly why I like this shit. [Chorus] And I love it I fucking love it That little pull when the room gets charged That half-second look like we're both on guard I know it I fucking know it Intensity used to dress itself up as love So now I check what the feeling's made of But knowing why doesn't kill the high Awareness ain't anaesthetic. Fuck. I love it. [Verse 2] Used to think if someone challenged me That meant they really saw me If they pushed back hard enough Maybe they couldn't ignore me So yeah, I learned some stupid maths: Resistance equals interest Arguments equal depth Jealousy equals passion Exhaustion equals effort Absolute fucking nonsense. Mostly. [pause] But then you come along And meet my energy clean You don't need saving You don't need fixing You just... give some back to me. And that's somehow worse. [Pre-Chorus] Because now there's no crisis No role I can play Nothing to repair To explain why I stay. [Chorus] And I love it I fucking love it When you give it straight and I don't have to guess When I bring my full self and you don't ask for less I know it I fucking know it Part of me still waits for the hidden cost Like anything this easy must eventually get lost But knowing fear doesn't make it disappear Awareness ain't anaesthetic. Yeah. I love it. [Verse 3 – stripped, almost spoken] That's the uncomfortable bit. Chaos was easy to understand. Someone breaks— I fix. Someone leaves— I chase. Someone goes quiet— I explain. Someone needs me— I stay. Simple. Fucked. But simple. What the hell do I do with somebody who meets me halfway? What do I fix when nothing's broken? What do I prove when you already believe me? What do I chase when you're already walking toward me? [pause] Oh. Right. Enjoy it. Apparently that's an option. [Beat returns] Fuck me. [Bridge – building] Maybe the feeling isn't dangerous just because I've felt it before Maybe familiar doesn't automatically mean I'm walking through the same fucking door Maybe attraction can wake old alarms without becoming an emergency Maybe my body can remember chaos while I choose something differently And maybe— This is the part I hate— I don't need to interrogate every good fucking thing until it confesses. [Beat cut] Sometimes I like you... because I fucking like you. [Final Chorus – massive] And I love it I fucking love it I love the spark without needing the fire Love being met without climbing higher I know it Yeah, I fucking know it I know my history I know my tells I know all the places I used to lose myself But I can feel the pull without giving it the wheel I can want something without making it heal me I can like the tension without calling it pain I can feel something familiar and choose it for different reasons again So yeah— I love it I fucking love it Not because it hurts Not because I need it Not because some frightened part of me thinks this is how you keep people I just... love it. [Outro – intimate, almost laughing] That's inconvenient. All that fucking self-awareness... and I still get butterflies. [pause] Good. Maybe they're allowed to live too.
