[Spoken Intro — you know...... there's a word for what I'm about to describe...... limerance...... it's when your brain decides someone is the answer to everything...... before they've had a chance to prove they're not...... it's not love yet...... it's your nervous system running a simulation of love...... using about twelve real facts...... and a whole lot of hope...... you think about them constantly...... not because you know them...... but because your brain filled in all the gaps...... with the best possible version of a person...... and then fell for that...... the tricky part is...... it feels exactly like love from the inside...... same chest...... same can't sleep...... same they-said-my-name-and-I-forgot-how-to-walk...... but love is built on who someone actually is over time...... limerance is built on who you need them to be right now...... this is Slow Burn...... [Live Performance] [Verse 1] You walked in like you already knew the place Talked about the future like you'd been there I'd been with a man who filled up every room before So I knew what certain looked like I was scared [Verse 2] You called me your girlfriend in the middle of a store I felt the panic before the word was done You handed me a coffee on a Tuesday said I love you I couldn't catch it yet But you meant every one [Chorus] Slow burn You kept showing up anyway Slow burn I didn't know what safe felt like yet [Verse 3] I called it love bombing I watched something break behind your eyes Not the practiced kind of hurt Not the kind that calculates Just you with your whole chest open Nowhere left to hide I put my hand flat over your heart Said sorry not for what I'd done But for everything the world had done to you I pressed my palm And held on [Chorus] Slow burn You kept showing up anyway Slow burn I was learning what it meant to be seen [Verse 4] You hated pink You painted every inch of it for me Secondhand paintings in my colours Nursed my plants back quietly Just because [Verse 5] I stood in the doorway Not the overwhelmed kind The quiet kind From someone who forgot What being taken care of feels like You didn't say anything There wasn't anything to say [Outro - barely a whisper] Slow burn You got on a plane Slow burn I stood in that pink room And came undone
