Terms & Conditions Apply (Acoustic Folk Version)

Lyrics written by Jules Gem Lyrics copyright protected 2026 ©All rights reserved. Song Title: Terms & Conditions Apply Pre-Intro (Low spoken growl over distant factory pulse and static hiss) Yeah… they said “I love you” with a checklist in the other hand. Intro (Heavy industrial beat kicks in — metallic clanks, distorted bass, grinding synths) Stamp the form, check the box, Love comes with terms and fine print locks. I’m the glitch they can’t debug, Still waiting for the real hug. Verse 1 You loved the quiet version of me, The stoic statue who never made a scene. Too calm, too still, too hard to read, “Smile more, baby, show some need.” I held the storm inside my chest, You called it cold, said I failed the test. Independent? That’s a crime, Apparently love needs overtime. Chorus 1 Love me if I’m perfect, Love me if I shrink, Love me if I fit the mold and never dare to think. But if I’m too much steel and silence, too steady on my feet— Then pack your conditional heart and leave me incomplete. I’ve given pure, no fine print, no demand… Still terrified I’ll die having loved, and never been loved for who I am. Verse 2 You loved the party version of me, The loud one lighting up the room for free. Too outgoing, too bright, too much to hold, “Tone it down, you’re getting old.” I laughed too hard, I stayed too late, You said my fire made you feel second-rate. Open-minded? Dangerous trait, Better close the doors and play it safe. Chorus 2 Love me if I’m perfect, Love me if I dim, Love me if I stay inside the lines you drew for him. But if I’m too much spark and laughter, too free to ever tame— Then take your terms and conditions and leave me with the blame. I’ve poured out everything I had to give… Still scared I’ll walk this life having loved, and never been loved while I live. Verse 3 You loved the almost-version of me, The one who almost fit your fantasy. Too independent, too wide awake, “Why can’t you just be easy for my sake?” I didn’t break, I didn’t beg, You called it pride and pulled the leg. Not the mold, not the script, not the prize— Just the real one with the honest eyes. Chorus 3 Love me if I’m perfect, Love me if I fold, Love me if I sand my edges till there’s nothing left to hold. But if I’m too much me and not enough of you— Then keep your half-priced affection, I’ll keep the bitter truth. I’ve loved without a contract, without a clause… Still haunted by the thought I’ll leave this world having loved, and never truly been loved at all. Bridge (Breakdown — sparse industrial hits, distant sirens, whispered sarcasm) Congratulations, you found the loophole: “I love you… under certain conditions.” How romantic. How efficient. Like a coupon that expires if I breathe wrong. I was busy loving the whole damn person. You were busy editing the receipt. Pre-Outro (Building grind, vocal half-spoken, half-sung) So here’s my final signature in blood and rust: I’ll keep loving like it’s free. You can keep loving like it’s leased. Outro (Full industrial roar fading into hollow metallic echo) Stamp the form… Check the box… I’m the glitch that got away. Loved hard. Loved honest. Never got the same. And that, my conditional darlings, is the punchline I carry to the grave.