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[Verse 1]
You were late to the party
Sat down on the floor by the door
Tracing shapes in the carpet
Like you'd been here before
You laughed at your own stories
Spilled wine on your sleeve
Said "I ruin everything"
And I said "don't you dare leave"
[Chorus]
We go round and round, this loop of us
Saying we’re done, then calling it love
Every time you run, I’m running too
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you
We break, we mend, then act brand new
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you
[Verse 2]
All our photos in a shoebox
Underneath my bed, half torn
You keep texting me your secrets
Like I’m still your quiet storm
You ask “do you ever miss me?”
Just to prove I do
You don’t wait for my answer
You already know the truth
[Chorus]
We go round and round, this loop of us
Saying we’re done, then calling it love
Every time you run, I’m running too
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you
We break, we mend, then act brand new
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you
[Bridge]
Maybe we’re afraid of empty rooms
Afraid that nobody feels like you
So we keep rewinding every scene
Till old words start sounding new
[Chorus]
We go round and round, this loop of us
Saying we’re done, then calling it love
Every time you run, I’m running too
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you
We break, we mend, but it’s still you
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you (oh)
Stuck in a loop, a loop of me and you
Musikstyle
Warm indie-pop bounce with male vocals; clean electric guitar riff circling over tight, dry drums and a round bass groove. Verses stay intimate and slightly hushed; chorus blooms with doubled leads, airy “ooh” stacks, and a brighter chord lift. Light analog synth pads sneak in on the bridge for a wistful glow, then everything drops for a final hook and vocal ad-libs.