Asa kwa angri,
Stop talking.
Get an atmosphere.
Put something in your ears.
In the name of Jesus.
You immediately,
you are transported into a realm of possibilities.
And what would have made you angry is just neutralized.
Because remember,
when seasons are about to open in your life,
I've taught you,
one of the things is the spirit of offense.
Everything,
your husband annoys you,
your wife annoys you,
your staff annoy you,
Nigeria annoys you,
Africa annoys you,
journalists annoy you,
everything,
even God himself seems to annoy you.
But you must make up your mind.
The climate.
I remember,
atmosphere, I say, Lord,
I just lost this business.
In the name of Jesus,
I refuse to be sad.
I refuse to walk in despair.
You set that atmosphere.
We swore the night it was the last time,
but last time never seems to end.
We crash like waves,
we blur the lines,
pretending broken hearts can mend.
Your perfume's still in my apartment,
like ghosts that never learn to leave.
We drink the past in quiet silence,
and call it love when we both bleed.
We're our favorite mistake.
We burn just to break.
Every touch is deja vu.
Every lie still feels like truth.
We fall,
we ache, but I'd do it all again.
You're my sweetest heartbreak,
our favorite mistake.
We dance on glass and whisper laughter,
both pretending we don't know.
You say you're done, I chase you after.
We play with fire just for show.
I hate the way you feel familiar.
I love the pain you recreate.
We never learn,
just get familiar with all the damage we create.
We're our favorite mistake.
We burn just to break.
Every touch is deja vu.
Every lie still feels like truth.
We fall,
we ache, but I'd do it all again.
You're my sweetest heartbreak,
our favorite mistake.
Maybe heaven's overrated.
Maybe hell is where we met.
We made promises,
then traded love for something we'll forget.
You call it toxic, I call it fate.
We're poison dressed in silver rain.
If love and you's a slow decay,
then let it hurt,
I'll stay the same.
You're our favorite mistake.
Too real to fake.
Every scar we celebrate.
Every sin we recreate.
You're the habit I can't shake.
The song I can't erase.
And I'll love you in the ruins we make.
Our favorite mistake.
Our favorite mistake.
you