[Verse 1] You want Sunday slow, I’m a midnight flare, You want quiet rooms, I’m neon in the air. We kiss like thunder, then you fade to grey, I’m built for wildfire, you’re made to save. Your eyes say “come,” but your feet say “run,” We’re two different speeds on the same rerun. I’m spark on skin, you’re caution tape, We fit like danger wearing grace. [Pre-Chorus] We keep tuning to different frequencies, Same song title, wrong melodies. Hands synchronize, hearts disagree— Static on a perfect beat. [Chorus] It’s a hot disparity— Your touch says stay, your words set me free. We burn like cities, love like thieves, Hold me close, then let me bleed. It’s a hot disparity— We’re heat with no parity. We fit like chaos wearing symmetry— Call it love, but it’s chemistry. (post-chop: “hot-dis-par-i-ty, hot-dis-par-i-ty”) [Verse 2] You like me private, ghost me public eyes, Archive my name, then text at 2:09. You dim the lights, I crank the gain, You call it balance, I call it pain. Redline pulse in a silver frame, We trade confessions like a parlor game. Your halo slips when the bassline drops— We fall together, then you cut the aux. [Pre-Chorus] We keep tuning to different frequencies, Same room fever, split remedies. Bodies align, but minds won’t meet— Perfect fire, incomplete. [Chorus] It’s a hot disparity— Your touch says stay, your words set me free. We burn like cities, love like thieves, Hold me close, then let me bleed. It’s a hot disparity— We’re heat with no parity. We fit like chaos wearing symmetry— Call it love, but it’s chemistry. [Bridge] Thermostat war in a borrowed bed, You turn me down while I glow infrared. North and south in a tangled sheet, Magnet hearts that never meet. Say “maybe later,” I hear “never,” You want careful, I want forever. If timing’s God, then we’re heresy— Praying to separate destinies. [Break / Post-Bridge] (Hands on skin, truth on mute) (Heart says “more,” mouth says “reboot”) [Final Chorus] It’s a hot disparity— Your touch says stay, your words set me free. We burn like cities, love like thieves, You stitch the wound, then pull the seam. It’s a hot disparity— Too warm to quit, too cold to be. If this is us in parity, Let the record scratch—set me free. (post-chop: “hot-dis-par-i-ty, hot-dis-par-i-ty”) [Outro] We were fever, never clarity… (tape-stop) …just hot disparity.
