Only in This Room

[ Lyrics ]

Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room.

We quote that trashy vampire flick like it’s Shakespeare on the wall,
talk in voices, baby shark, no one else would get the call.
You call me 'burrito queen' 'cause I wrap myself too tight,
I hit you with 'sushi boy' when you show up rollin’ in for night.
Laughed at nothing on the couch, 2 a.m., no lights on,
replayed the meme we made in bed — still not over it, I’m gone.
My best friend asked, 'What’s funny?' — couldn’t tell her for the life of me,
this language only works in here — it dies the second we leave.

Outside, we play it cooler, keep it normal, keep it neat,
but behind these closed doors? Baby, we’re ridiculous and sweet.
The world don’t get the codes we speak, the names we gave to fear —
it’s not for show, it’s just for us — only lives right in here.

Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room.
You say 'penguins in the kitchen,' I reply with 'soup for spoons.'
Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room,
baby talk and dumb nicknames — yeah, this world’s sealed off for two.

Remember when you called me 'Wi-Fi signal'? Weak but still connected,
I called you 'last slice deep dish,' emotionally protected.
We turned bad moods into games, 'who’s the grumpiest today?'
danced it out in socks and tanks, shouting our junk-food ballet.
You sang to me in alien voice, I answered back in penguins,
no one gets it, no one tries — but God, I love our inner fiction.

It’s not for likes, it’s not for views, no TikTok would approve,
this is ours — a silent pact that only fits inside this groove.
Outside, we wear the faces life demands, the ones we must uphold,
but in this room, we’re soft and weird — more precious than we’re told.

Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room.
You say 'penguins in the kitchen,' I reply with 'soup for spoons.'
Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room,
baby talk and dumb nicknames — yeah, this world’s sealed off for two.

And if we lose it all tomorrow, burn the whole thing down to dust,
I’ll still hear you whisper 'moon snail' when I’m turning into rust.
These words ain’t in the dictionary, but they mean the most to me,
'cause they weren’t built for everyone — just your arms and me.

Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room.
You say 'penguins in the kitchen,' I reply with 'soup for spoons.'
Our jokes don’t work outside — only in this room,
baby talk and dumb nicknames — yeah, this world’s sealed off for two.

Only in this room…