Intro This feels is so wrong… (so wrong) But baby it feels so right… (so so right) You’re making it damn near impossible to leave… Verse 1 Somebody’s waiting at home tonight, Still you’re in my ear whispering, “Come find me.” Tinted windows, city lights melting in the rain, Every time I walk away I swear it’s the last time… Then I turn right back. Lipstick stain on the glass, your perfume in the air, We both know the truth but we never speak it out loud. Crossing every line we swore we’d never touch, Trying not to fall… but we’re already slipping. Pre-Hook You say “this is the last time” every single week, But the way your body moves when I get close says different. Silence louder than the words we keep swallowing, Every soft goodbye turns into another late-night getaway. Hook Tell me, what are we doing? If we know this ain’t right… Why does it feel so good every single night? Girl, what are we proving? Hearts caught in between, Living two different lives while chasing the same heat. What are we doing? Every kiss has a cost… but we keep paying. What are we doing? Running from the truth… Only to run right back every day. Verse 2 Slow trap soul melting through the speakers, Your scent still clinging to my shirt the next morning. You say you can’t leave and I say I understand… Still we fit together like we were made for this. Moonlight conversations that turn into sunrise regrets, Trying to forget the one thing we never can. Every time I pull away you draw me closer, We’re addicted to a fire that burns so sweet it hurts. Bridge Maybe in another life we wouldn’t have to hide, Wouldn’t kill the headlights every time we pull up. No more secret midnights, no more stolen hours, Just your hand in mine under open skies. But tonight… We’re still shadows moving in the dark. Final Hook Tell me, what are we doing? Knowing this ain’t right… Still your touch keeps pulling me into the night. Girl, what are we choosing? A feeling we can’t fight, Even if tomorrow makes us pay the price. What are we doing? Every heartbeat whispers we should let it go… But every soft touch keeps saying, “Don’t.” Outro When the morning comes we’ll play our separate roles, Smile like strangers, keep the secrets locked inside. Till that late-night call lights up my phone again… And I’m right back asking… “What are we doing?”


