[Verse 1] Smoke curls up from cracked streetlights, Crowded room but I’m locked in your sight. Pages scattered, beats tapping, hearts in flight, You pass me the pen, something sparks in the night. Words unspoken, but the ink's pulling close, Lines crossing over where nobody goes. Your breath near the mic, tension rise, it grows, Two souls wired up, writing what nobody knows. [Pre-Chorus] Every letter, a secret we share, Silent confession hangs in the air. Hands brush, the rhythm’s unsure, But this connection’s something pure. [Chorus] Pass me your pen, let’s write this story out, Ink stains on paper, what love’s all about. Two voices blend, in the dark we ignite, Open mic romance, burning through the night. Pass me your pen, don’t let this slip away, Words carve a path where hearts can stay. In the chaos, together we stand, Two souls in sync, pen in hand. [Verse 2] Your verse hits hard, rhythm deep in my chest, Every rhyme a spark, a test of the best. Eyes locked tight, no need to confess, This beat’s a witness to our tangled unrest. The crowd fades out, it’s just you and me, Lost in the cadence, raw and free. Smoky shadows hide what the world can’t see, A silent promise poured into harmony. [Pre-Chorus] Every letter, a secret we share, Silent confession hangs in the air. Hands brush, the rhythm’s unsure, But this connection’s something pure. [Chorus] Pass me your pen, let’s write this story out, Ink stains on paper, what love’s all about. Two voices blend, in the dark we ignite, Open mic romance, burning through the night. Pass me your pen, don’t let this slip away, Words carve a path where hearts can stay. In the chaos, together we stand, Two souls in sync, pen in hand. [Bridge] No script, just rhythm and whispered lines, This fragile moment where fate aligns. The pen’s our bond, writing through time, Two broken stories redefined. [Chorus] Pass me your pen, let’s write this story out, Ink stains on paper, what love’s all about. Two voices blend, in the dark we ignite, Open mic romance, burning through the night. Pass me your pen, don’t let this slip away, Words carve a path where hearts can stay. In the chaos, together we stand, Two souls in sync, pen in hand. [Outro] The last word’s ours, the night still young, Ink dries slow but the song’s been sung. Two hearts aligned by the touch of a pen, Open mic love—will it stay or bend?