Song Information
- Track Number: 13 of 22
- Album: Swipe Me to the Moon (A Gay Musical)
- Duration: 3:08
- Released: July 18, 2025
- Genre: Musical Theatre, Pop, LGBTQ+ Music
Lyrics
He makes me pancake shirtless What the hell is this life We've gone three months, and I still text him twice per night We kiss in parks, we dance in lines, we've memorized each other's signs He sings in the shower. He moans in French. We've made out on every possible bench We've hiked through rain, made soup from scratch, and baby our sex life It's a goddamn Patchmatch Every damn day We're laughing, we're touching, we're tangled in sheets, we're trying new things, and we're eating too sweet Every damn day We're talking, we're sweating, we're riding this wave, not trying to fix, just letting love stay He took me to Prague, I took him to mom, he bought us matching toothbrushes, which should feel wrong We've had deep talks and drunk karaoke, and we've sexted with gifts that were far from low-key He bites my shoulder, I steal his hoodies, we fight over movies and cancel on duties We've been late to brunch and too early to bed. We've had nights where the walls shook and nothing was said Every damn day We're making out at train stations, screaming with joy at dumb revelations Every damn day He wakes me up with a kiss on my cheek, then we make out again before I can speak I never knew my body could be this loud. I never knew love could make you proud I've opened myself. I've shown him it all And he's still here, he wants it all Every damn day We kiss, we laugh, we undress with flair, we make dumb jokes in our underwear This is not a phase, this is not just a fling, this is sex and soup and the real damn thing He makes me love him Every damn day
Lyrics © 2025 Agust Smari Bjarkarson. All rights reserved.
Written and performed by Agust Smari Bjarkarson (Agust Islandia)