They talk when we walk in the room, Flash of lights when he pulls me through. They say it looks like some cliché, But we’re the headline of our own debut. He’s got silver in his hair, I’ve got glitter in my eyes. He says I make him feel alive again, I say he’s my favorite kind of high… ’Cause hearts don’t move in numbers, And clocks can’t rule the soul. Some fall fast at twenty, Some light up a little down the road. So let them stare, let them guess, We’re too busy getting blessed… I’m half his age, But he’s twice the thrill they’ll ever be. He holds my waist like poetry, Like every touch was always meant for me. And when the world screams “It’s a phase,” We just dance and drift away. Love don’t care what people say — I’m half his age. He knows old songs I never heard, I play him anthems from my time. Somewhere between his wisdom and my wildness, We found a rhythm that just feels right. We don’t fit their little boxes, And honestly — that’s fine. ’Cause every stolen midnight Feels like fate by design. They can count the years apart, But they can’t measure hearts… I’m half his age, But he’s twice the thrill they’ll ever be. He makes ordinary moments shine Like neon in a midnight city scene. And when they roll their eyes in rage, We just kiss and turn the page. Love won’t fade with time or age — I’m half his age. Maybe love is not about Finding someone born the same year… Maybe it’s about finding the one Who makes you feel electric right here. Yeah, I’m half his age, And every night he still surprises me. No games, no fear, no empty noise, Just chemistry and glittered honesty. So let the whole world be amazed — We’re too busy making memories. Love wrote our story on its own stage… And I’m half his age. I’m half his age… Full heart anyway.
