Disclaimer: Lyrics by Stephanie Marie, © 2026 Lyrics may not be remixed, used as prompts for AI, or otherwise reproduced without consent. Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@Steph_Marie_Music *************************************** [Verse 1] [Conversational vocal] I used to iron your shirts like some kind of penance, set your plate down while mine went cold. Smiled at your mama, laughed at your stories — played the long game till the long game got old. I been the alibi and the clean-up crew, been the one who lied to cover your mess. You want to know what broke me? Nothing broke me — I just stopped saying yes. [Chorus] [Full powerhouse belt vocals, heavy overdriven electric guitar, driving southern rock beat] I'm tired of giving a damn, tired of bending myself back into someone I'm not. Done making excuses for every cold shoulder, every cheap sorry, every mess that you forgot. I kept the faith — you keep the bottle. I kept the house — you kept the road. Honey, I'm tired — bone-down, flat-out tired — of giving a damn I never should've owed. [Verse 2] [Conversational vocal, driving rhythm section] My mama called it loyalty, I called it stupid — same cage, different name, same damn key. You handed me excuses like they were flowers — I buried every one. You never noticed me. Left the porch light on and burned every mile between us, freedom felt like sweet revenge. Left your ring in the soap dish, not the sink — figured dirty suited you better than clean. [Pre-Chorus] [Stripped back, tight dry acoustic guitar, close-mic'd vocal] I ain't crying over it — I used up every tear on lesser things. I waited on a sign from God. Turns out I was the sign. [Chorus] [Full powerhouse belt vocals, driving heavy southern rock beat] I'm tired of giving a damn, tired of bending myself back into someone I'm not. Done making excuses for every cold shoulder, every cheap sorry, every mess that you forgot. I kept the faith — you kept the bottle. I kept the house — you kept the road. Honey, I'm tired — bone-down, flat-out tired — of giving a damn I never should've owed. [Bridge] [Bass and heavy drum beat only, raw spoken-grit vocal] You want to call it quitting — go right ahead. I built this house. You just lived in it. You called yourself a man — I called it barely trying. Kept pouring in — you kept cashing out, writing checks on an empty account. So I'm done. Lord, I am done. Done. [Final Chorus] [Maximum energy vocal climax, explosive electric guitars] I'm tired of giving a damn, tired of carrying weight that was never mine to lift. Done explaining myself to someone who stopped listening somewhere between the vows and the drift. I kept the faith — you kept the bottle. I kept the kids — you kept the ghost. Honey, I'm tired — I am finally, fully tired — of giving a damn — the best thing I ever stopped doing. [Outro] [Music drops out abruptly, dry solo acoustic guitar strum] [Spoken word, close mic, dry studio vocal] Tired of giving a damn. [Clean Stop] [End]
