Our Place, Finally!

A year together, can you believe it
From swipe to brunch to now, we live it
We found the place, it has windows and semi-working lights
The stairs are awful, the view is weird, but it feels exactly right

The landlord's strange, the neighbors are loud
But the water's hot and the closets are proud
It's dusty old and full of ghosts, but we get to call it home
We chose our place, our keys, our name on the lease

Our mess, our noise, our late night feasts
Our socks on the floor, our did you eat
Our midnight talks, our shared receipt
Allen wrench, flat pack bed, painted green or painted red

One says modern, one says cute, one says why'd we buy this fruit
You hated the rug I dreamed about
You rearranged the books without me
You packed nothing but your vinyl and 12 jars of herbal tea

This is it, this is us, this is toast in the bathtub and love that adjusts
This is late night chores and squeaky floors and kisses next to half-filled drawers
I never thought I'd find this, a place with someone who stays
Someone who says good morning in a thousand different ways

I never dreamed I'd unpack next to someone who sees me
Who laughs at the broken drawer, then kisses me fiercely
Our place, our fridge, our couch, our creaky bed, our dancing shadows, the things we said
Our weird routines, our fridge full of cheese, our late night cuddles, our extra keys

It's small, it's loud, it's totally strange, but we built a home and everything changed
It's not just a space, it's our place, finally