Exhibit A

[Verse 1] You said “okay” I heard “I’m done” You looked away So now I know something’s wrong No, you didn’t say it No, I didn’t see it But give my brain five minutes It’ll manufacture a reason Now I’m replaying every sentence Like the truth is buried underneath Pulling fingerprints from pauses Finding motives where there shouldn’t be One breath different One text shorter Congratulations Now my head declared a fucking war [Pre-Chorus] I know there’s no evidence I know there’s no crime But my brain loves a question And it hates a quiet night [Chorus] Exhibit A You took too long Exhibit B Your tone felt wrong Exhibit C You didn’t laugh Now I’ve built a whole disaster Out of shit that never happened Question everything Analyze the air Rip apart a sentence Till there’s nothing fucking there I know it isn’t real That doesn’t make it stop My brain keeps digging graves For things that never even dropped [Verse 2] Was that look about me? Was that silence a sign? Did I talk too much again? Did I cross some invisible line? Were you bored? Were you distant? Did I miss some secret shift? Did the whole fucking universe change While I wasn’t looking at it? And I hate that I can hear myself Creating every scene Writing dialogue you never said Then getting mad at what it means I’ll invent the fucking problem Then demand to know the truth Put you on trial for a conversation That only happened in my room [Pre-Chorus] No witness No weapon No reason No proof Just one anxious little thought Putting on a goddamn suit [Chorus] Exhibit A You took too long Exhibit B Your tone felt wrong Exhibit C You didn’t laugh Now I’ve built a whole disaster Out of shit that never happened Question everything Analyze the air Rip apart a sentence Till there’s nothing fucking there I know it isn’t real That doesn’t make it stop My brain keeps digging graves For things that never even dropped [Bridge] Fuck your evidence, my head don’t need it Give it half a second and it’ll fucking complete it Plotline, motive, ending, reason Turn one weird vibe into a whole damn season Now I’m CSI on a three-word text Got the timestamps open like, “What happens next?” You said you were tired, I heard “interest gone” Now I’m cross-examining shit till four in the morn’ “Why’d you say it like that?” “What’d you mean by fine?” “Why’d you take eight minutes?” “Why’d you go offline?” Why, why, why Till the word means nothing Till I’ve ripped every thread Out of something that was nothing And I’m pissed Not at you At the bastard in my skull That can take one empty space And somehow make it fucking full Full of endings Full of lies Full of shit nobody said Got an entire fucking writers’ room Living rent-free in my head They’re pitching worst-case scenarios Like somebody’s paying ‘em well Every thought gets greenlit If it puts me through hell So shut the fuck up Yeah, I’m talking to me Not every little question Needs a goddamn conspiracy Not every silence is rejection Not every pause is a clue Sometimes nothing fucking happened And there’s nothing left to prove [Breakdown] There’s nothing to solve There’s nothing to find Nobody changed While I was losing my mind There’s nothing to solve There’s nothing to find So why the fuck Can’t I leave it behind? [Final Chorus] Exhibit A There is no A There was no crime There was no case No secret meaning No hidden trap I built a whole disaster Out of shit that never happened Question everything Till I’m sick of my voice Turn every harmless moment Into something to destroy I know it isn’t real I know exactly what this is But knowing I’m imagining it Doesn’t make me any less pissed Case closed. ... My brain appeals.