[Sinatra-style ballad arrangement] [Bublé-style hums] [Intro – soft piano, muted trumpet] 🎵 They say you’re selfish… But maybe I am too. 🎵 (pause, spoken softly) Yeah… maybe me too. ⸻ [Verse 1 – legato, behind the beat] We keep pullin’ on the same old rope, Each of us reaching, still chasing hope. You call it love… but it feels like control, I call it mine… though it frightens my soul. I see the hunger… burnin’ in your eyes, The same reflection… my own disguise. We’re mirrors, baby, fightin’ the fight, Longing for love… and callin’ it pride. ⸻ [Chorus – orchestra swells, crooned delivery] 🎵 I think you’re selfish… but I think I am too. Just two children… chasing dreams we never outgrew. Wearing crowns of paper… tearing right through… I think you’re selfish… but darling, I am too. 🎵 ⸻ [Verse 2 – strings deepen] It isn’t power… we’re searching for, no… It’s a place to belong, a knock on the door. I push you down… just to stand tall, But when the night falls… I’m nothing at all. It’s not about right, it’s not about wrong, It’s the silence between where we both don’t belong. And every time I point my finger at you… That echo whispers… my guilt rings true. ⸻ [Bridge – strings swell, tender falsetto touch] 🎵 Maybe selfish… is another name, For a heart too afraid… to carry its pain. If love is courage… in a fragile skin, Maybe tonight… we could try again. 🎵 ⸻ [Final Chorus – full orchestra, dramatic phrasing] 🎵 I think you’re selfish… but I know I am too. Two lonely souls… reaching out for the truth. If we drop these crowns we fight to defend… Perhaps selfish hearts… can learn to bend. 🎵 ⸻ [Outro – piano and saxophone fade, spoken croon] “…Yeah… maybe me too.”
