[VERSE 1] February ‘24, we matched up on Her, Tiny Chi-town studio, you walked in, my heart stirred. March nights talking till we watched the sunrise, April 15th, “you’re my girl” in your eyes. You left the suburbs, brought your light to my place, August boxes, new beginnings, same embrace. You laugh at my tech talk, but you still stay, That’s how I know you’re never walking away. [PRE-CHORUS] You pour Woodford neat, say, “Baby, just breathe,” In your arms I find the space to grieve. [CHORUS] Come over, Red Rover, send my girlfriend right over, My four-leaf clover, birthday queen, you’re older, bolder. Thirty-seven candles shining in your eyes tonight, Ellie, you’re my softest light. You’re the peace that saved me when my sky turned gray, I fall more in love each day. [VERSE 2] Grey’s on the TV, Chicago Fire too, You clown on Will Trent’s voice, say “nope, not that dude.” Bears on the screen, you’re shouting at the play, I learned the game just to love you your way. San Juan last year, waves and birthday sun, This year no flights, but our hearts still run. When my brother and my stepmom faded from view, You held my shaking hands, pulled me back through. [PRE-CHORUS] Mornings at the shop, donuts, times of laughter, With you, even the hard days break in half. [CHORUS] Come over, Red Rover, send my forever right over, You’re my peace, my muse, my closure. Thirty-seven and shining, baby, that’s your song, I’ve been yours all along. Ellie, on this birthday, let me say, I want to marry you one day. [BRIDGE] You make puns out of nowhere, got me weak in the knees, Minimalist queen, Nikes on, moving with ease. I know I get scared of crowds and trying something new, But I swear I’ll taste the world if it’s with you. Three-bedroom dreams just minutes from your shop, Building us a home that we don’t want to stop. You don’t want to carry, that’s okay with me, We’ll hold our baby in the love we already breathe. [FINAL CHORUS] Come over, Red Rover, send my forever right over, Thirty-seven years of grace and thunder. From whiskey nights to streaming shows and Sunday sleep, You’re the promise I was born to keep. Happy birthday, Ellie, this song is my truth, My future, my heart, my proof.f
