[Intro – ambient, runway announcement] [Verse 1 – spoken, amused, mid-yawn] Shit, sorry, were you talking? I was thinking about what to drink. Anyway. What were you saying? Something about… feelings? Mmm. Cute. Let me just— *sneering* Okay, go ahead. Entertain me. [Verse 2 – bouncy, bratty, half-laughing] Said my piece once—you want it gift-wrapped too? Should I write it down? Use smaller words for you? We played pretend like it was something real, But I've got a schedule and you ain't the deal. You thought my quiet meant I was broken? Honey, I was BUSY. Doors were opening. Tore the whole thing down, made it prettier, Now everything I touch turns glitter. [Pre-Chorus – dripping mock sweetness] And here's the thing, love— Not every ex gets a villain arc. Some of y'all just get… forgotten. Oops~ [Chorus – bratty chant, snap-stomp, staccato] I don't chase—that's cardio! You had your moment, now there you go. Look at me now, living like I'm brand new— I'm my own best thing… without you. Mmhmm~ Without you. [Hook – vogue rap, runway strut, tossing hair] I'd rather walk alone than dumb it down, I'd rather lose the boy than lose my crown. I'd rather be "too much" than be your type— And honestly? *laughing* You were never worth the hype. [Verse 3 – playful, waving dismissively] "Be careful," you said—Babe, were you worried? That's sweet. That's really sweet. I'm flattered. Not really. You'll fade out like last season's ugly jacket, A name I half-remember, a story I won't mention. [Pre-Chorus 2 – fake gasp, theatrical] Wait—do you think of me when it rains? *pause* Oh no. Oh nooo~ That's embarrassing for you. I think of weekend plans and better men. I moved on in designer, babe. Shut up. [Chorus 2 – bigger, layered stacks] I don't chase—I'm the hunter. You had your season, now stay in your lane. Penthouse view, better crew, revenue— God! Everything's cuter without you! [Hook – snapping, rapping] I'd rather walk alone than play it small, I'd rather be the one who had the gall. Go ahead, make me the villain—write it down. At least I left. You're still in that town. [Build – sparse, inspecting nails] You know what's funny? I used to practice arguments in the shower. Whole speeches. Oscar-worthy. Now I can't even remember what we fought about. Was it the dishes? Was it your… "personality"? Doesn't matter. *sneering* You wanted me small. Moldable. Grateful. And I was! For a minute. Then I got bored. [Build – crescendo, spoken to belt] No hate here. Hate is heavy. And I've been doing pilates. I took the mess—made it fashion. Took the trauma—made it content. Took the "without you" and made it sound like— [Diva Solo – fortissimo] The greatest UPGRADE of my LIFE! I ain't crying in the bathroom— I'm POSING in the mirror! Not surviving, not just living— Baby, I'm the HEADLINER! [Final Chorus – full energy, dense, victory lap] I don't chase—I FUCKIN' ERASE! Took your ghost, cleared the space! Every scar's just a story I outgrew— And I tell it BETTER without you! [Outro – walking away, reverb fade] So yeah. Thanks for the motivation, I guess? You were like… a really long lesson I didn't ask for. And you? *long pause* You're still reading this hoping I'll say something nice. … Bye now~. *laughing*
