Write me a song about a mother and daughter that are 2 peas in a pod. Ying to yang. Sometimes talking to your mother is all the therapy you need. And sometimes you need therapy after talking to your mom. Mom blows up your phone. Daughter always spying what mom is doing. “Two Peas, One Pod” (Verse 1) We got the same laugh, same stubborn streak Same way of talking when we don’t wanna speak You call me out, I roll my eyes But I see myself in your disguise You read my mood before I do I know your secrets halfway through We’re a mirror with a crack or two But somehow that just makes it true (Pre-Chorus) You’re my calm, you’re my storm A safe place and a warning horn (Chorus) We’re two peas in a pod, side by side Yin to yang, nowhere to hide You drive me crazy, you keep me sane Sunshine dancing in the rain Sometimes you’re all the therapy I need Sometimes I need it after, guaranteed But through every high and every prod We’re still just two peas, one pod (Verse 2) Your name lights up my phone all day “Where you at?” “You okay?” Ten missed calls, I hit decline Then call you back like perfect timing And I pretend I don’t care much But I’m checking on you just as much Scrolling through your life online Like I don’t notice every sign (Pre-Chorus) You’re my truth, you’re my test The one who knows me at my best (Chorus) We’re two peas in a pod, back and forth A little chaos, a little force You push my buttons, know the code Still somehow lighten every load Sometimes you’re all the therapy I need Sometimes I need a couch and tea But through every clash and every nod We’re still just two peas, one pod (Bridge) We fight like thunder, loud and fast Say things we don’t mean that never last ‘Cause deep down under every word Is “I love you” we’ve always heard You’re my habit, my history My built-in home, my memory No matter where or who we are You’re my compass, my North Star (Final Chorus) We’re two peas in a pod, wild and true Half of me is made of you Yin to yang, black to white We blur the line but it feels right Sometimes you’re all the therapy I need Sometimes you’re why I overthink everything But through every call, every facade We’ll always be two peas, one pod (Outro) Yeah, you blow up my phone, I roll my eyes But I’d be lost without your lines Crazy love, a perfect flaw My first best friend… my mom
