🎙️[Verse 1 – Spoken, awkward, over jazzy keys]

So like—

We made it official after, what, ten dates?

And I thought that meant something… you know?

Like, I thought that meant we were together

But maybe we weren’t?

Because I saw your ex—like the ex—

In the parking lot.

Wearing the hoodie I thought you gave me.

Was that not symbolic?

Was it just... laundry?

🎙️[Bridge – rambling, emotional spiral]

I’m not trying to be controlling!

I swear I’m not—

I read articles, I did the work!

But WHY is he here?

Why is HE at the place WE made OURS?

Why is he holding your emotional support vape pen

like he earned it??

I’m not gaslighting,

You left the lighter in his car!

🎙️[Chorus – yelling softly, then louder]

You say you cut him off...

But why do you keep his stuff??

Like his dumb Funko Pop and his graduation tassel?!

He’s pulling up tonight, and I’m spiraling.

BABY!

Baby...

Am I enough?

🎙️[Verse 2 – quiet again, almost a whisper]

You called me dramatic.

Then posted about “boundaries.”

But your idea of “healing”

is apparently “coffee with your ex.”

And that’s not healing—

That’s relapsing.

🎙️[Mini-Rant Bridge – fast, awkward, bitterly honest]

I’m not jealous, I’m just observant!

And maybe hurt? And maybe bleeding?

Maybe bleeding inside emotionally!

Because men have feelings too!

I read that in a BuzzFeed article!

(Also in therapy. Three times a month. With sliding scale.)

🎙️[Chorus – louder, now defeated]

You say you cut him off,

But why do you still text him "LOL" at 1:32 a.m.?

He’s always acting tough—

AND he drives a lifted truck.

Baby... baby... am I just a placeholder

Until he unblocks you?

🎙️[Verse 3 – frantic, almost crying, pacing the stage]

This isn’t open!

This isn’t free love!

This is... me being the emotional substitute teacher

while he’s the tenured professor of “you’ll always be mine.”

You said you were monogamous—

I didn’t agree to this throuple with a man named Kyle!

🎙️[Bridge – whisper-yelling, dramatic pause after each line]

I!

Didn’t!

Agree!

To this accidental polyamory!

No no no baby,

This was not in the brochure!

🎙️[Final Chorus – big, fake theatrical ending]

You say you cut him off...

But you keep his hoodie, his guitar pick, and his playlist?!

He’s pulling up tonight.

I saw the headlights.

And honestly...

I’m walking home.

Barefoot.

Like a tragic indie protagonist.

Goodbye, baby. Goodbye.