"Yeah... you had the whole damn room." (But not me anymore) You kept your lipstick on my coffee cup, Left at three, came back when the sun came up. Had me reading silence like a warning sign, Making excuses for you, wasting mine. Your little "baby, don't make this a thing," Used to hit my chest like a telephone ring. Now it lands flat, no spark, no sting— Funny what happens when you see the strings. I used to chase your taillights down the block, Heart on red while you outran the clock. Now the key don't turn, babe— I changed the lock. No more power running back to you. Pulled your name out of every circuit, Now the whole damn room feels new. I thought losing you would wreck me, Thought the silence would swallow me whole. But the minute I quit trying to save us, I got my hands back on my soul. (Cut it, cut it) No current. (Cut it, cut it) No current. Your perfume's still caught in the passenger seat, But it don't pull me under like it did last week. There's a half-dead rose by the kitchen sink; I threw out the bottle, kept the drink. You called twice— I watched it glow. Third time? Baby, hell no. There's something sweet in letting it ring While that bassline shakes everything. I used to chase your taillights down the block, Heart on red while you outran the clock. Now the key don't turn, babe— I changed the lock. I CUT THE CURRENT— No more power running back to you. Pulled your name out of every circuit, Now the whole damn room feels new. I thought losing you would wreck me, Thought the silence would swallow me whole. But the minute I quit trying to save us, I got my hands back on my soul. One... two-three—four. (What you calling for?) No screaming. No scene. Just your coat and my peace. Maybe I loved who I hoped you'd become, Maybe I stayed 'cause leaving felt dumb. Maybe the bruise wasn't love after all— Just me catching you every time you'd fall. So keep the apologies, keep that charm. I know that movie, I know that part. Tonight ain't revenge. Ain't keeping score. I just don't live there anymore. I CUT THE CURRENT— No more power running back to you. Pulled your name out of every circuit, Now the whole damn room feels new. Yeah, losing you did shake me, But it didn't take what I thought it stole. The minute I quit trying to save us, I got my hands— I got my hands back on my soul. [whistle call-response] (Cut it, cut it) No current. "Don't knock."
