[Verse 1] You liked my post from 2012 So clearly, you're obsessed You blinked, and I felt butterflies (Or maybe it’s just stress) You breathed, and I inhaled fate You're practically my spouse I made us matching towels last night They’re drying at your house [Pre-Chorus] I bookmarked every shrug and sigh Decoded every blink of your eye I’m not a stalker, just aligned With your soul... all the time [Chorus] I’m absolutely, utterly, tragically yours Like a cat at the door that you don’t even own I’ve drawn our initials on government forms Though we’ve technically never been officially shown I’d tattoo your “maybe” across my spine ‘Cause your indifference feels... divine I’m hopelessly, recklessly, poetically sure — That I’m absolutely, utterly, tragically yours [Verse 2] I memorized your coffee order Though you’ve never told a soul I’ve dreamt up conversations Where you find me charming, I practice saying “I object!” At your hypothetical vow To some poor fool who isn’t me — But I’ll win you back somehow [Pre-Chorus] I noticed when you breathed near Sam You blinked at him— but I understand Just testing me... you clever man You're cruel — and I’m a fan [Chorus] I’m absolutely, utterly, tragically yours Like a voicemail that haunts when the signal is dead I’d marry your shadow, I’d frame your snore I’ve written love letters that you haven’t red I cling to your silence like it’s a sign And your restraining vibe feels... fine I’m endlessly, shamelessly, metaphysically sure — That I’m absolutely, utterly, tragically yours [Bridge] I’ve got shrines of your side profile Cross-stitched "hi" from your text log file This love’s not creepy — it’s dedicated Just wildly one-sided and fated [Pre-Chorus – breakdown, soft, whispered] Some call it delusion… I call it... devotion [Chorus – full band blast] I’m absolutely, utterly, tragically yours Like a bee to a flame that doesn’t exist I’d time-travel backwards to slam all your doors Just to prove that it’s fate every time that we missed You ghost me, but I see the clues You breathe... and I buy shoes I’m blissfully, beautifully, questionably sure — That I’m absolutely, utterly, tragically yours [Outro – acapella + claps] Absolutely… utterly… Tragically… (Yours.)
