Quirky Love

You laugh at your own jokes

Before you tell the punchline

Trip on nothing, spill your drink

Still somehow steal the spotlight

You say sorry way too much

Even when it's not your fault

I say "it's fine," you don't believe me

But I love you all the same, my god

We don't fit the picture frame

They sell in all the stores

But I don't want a postcard love

I want whatever this is for

I want quirky love

The kind that shows up late

With messy hair and inside jokes

That never translate

Give me nervous hands

Give me honest stuff

If loving you is strange

Then I want quirky love

You talk to pets like people

And people like they're pets

You've got a thousand screenshots

Of things we might do yet

You cry at dumb commercials

I cry at movie scores

We pause to overanalyze

Then hit replay once more

They say "don't make it complicated"

Like that's the winning move

But nothing good was ever simple

Especially me and you

I want quirky love

The laugh-until-we-choke kind

The "what did we come in here for?"

Lose-track-of-time kind

Give me off-beat rhythm

Give me heads-up trust

If loving you is strange

Then I want quirky love

Let 'em raise an eyebrow

Let 'em call it odd

They don't hear the way you say my name

Like it's something soft and holy

We're not wrong, we're just specific

Every crack fits just enough

You don't need to change a thing

You're already more than enough

I want quirky love

The real, not-polished kind

The "we'll figure it out somehow"

Cross-my-heart-and-mind

Give me all your edges

Give me all your stuff