my name is Nadia and I like this boy named Jonass
indie pop, mid-tempo, dreamy, jangly acoustic guitar, soft breathy vocals, warm lo-fi drums
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Lyrics
[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar strum, soft shaker]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Verse 1 – warm guitar arpeggios, subtle bass line]
Met him at the cookout last July
Sat on the couch, didn't say goodbye
He's my friend's cousin, Jonass is his name
Got my heart racing, can't play it tame
[Chorus – layered vocal harmonies, upbeat drum fill]
Jonass from the couch, you got me in a spin
Every time you laugh, I forget where I've been
Friend's cousin, but I don't care about the line
I just wanna make you mine, make you mine
[Verse 2 – added xylophone chimes, light tambourine]
Texted my friend to ask about your day
She said you like old records and rainy sidewalks to sway
I've been replaying our chat in my head
Wishing I'd said all the words I left unsaid
[Chorus – brighter guitar tone, handclaps in background]
Jonass from the couch, you got me in a spin
Every time you smile, I forget where I've been
Friend's cousin, but I don't care about the line
I just wanna make you mine, make you mine
[Interlude – stripped-back acoustic guitar, soft hummed vocals]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Bridge – intimate vocal delivery, sparse piano notes]
Maybe next time we'll meet at the same place
I'll work up the courage to look you in the face
Tell you how I feel, no more hiding away
Hoping you'll feel the same, that you'll wanna stay
[Final Chorus – full band, soaring harmonies]
Jonass from the couch, you got me in a spin
Every time you laugh, I forget where I've been
Friend's cousin, but I don't care about the line
I just wanna make you mine, make you mine
[Outro – fading guitar strum, soft shaker]
Cookout lights are fading low
Hoping you'll call me when you get home