📝 Lyrics: [Intro – soft piano, glass clink, finger snaps] [spoken:] You liked the way I smiled… but not the weight behind it. (cash register cha-ching… slow jazz riff starts) [Verse 1 – breathy, sultry tone] You liked my service — said I was divine Complimented my grace, but not my spine Tipped me cute, then walked away While I swept your mess and faked okay I gave you warmth, with room to breathe Polished my pain on satin sleeves But your praise was polished, thin and flat Didn’t even ask how I dealt with that [Pre-Chorus – jazzy echo harmonies] (You love the smile… ignore the ache…) (You want the vibe… but not the weight…) [spoken:] You left a tip, not a cure. [Chorus – velvet vocals with gospel backup hums] Keep the change, I need therapy I don’t need cents, I need clarity You loved the sparkle, dodged the scar Took the glitter, left the heart Keep the change, I’m done pretending Your gratitude feels condescending You liked my glow — that much is clear But never saw the cost of cheer [Verse 2 – richer vocal layering, soft brass in background] You said “Thanks, babe” like that would heal But I was serving with wounds too real I made it easy, that’s my flaw Played the role, but never law [Pre-Chorus – repeat with smoky falsetto] (You love the dance… not the pain…) (You drank the light… left the rain…) [spoken softly:] Your kindness was a coupon. Expired. [Chorus – fuller vocals, melodic runs and piano crescendo] Keep the change, I need therapy Not candle tips or faux empathy I smiled while sinking under glass Your dollar signs don’t change the past Keep the change, I need a room Where “How are you?” ain’t just perfume You loved the mask, ignored the me Behind the lipstick and routine [Bridge – slow piano solo + spoken jazz monologue] [spoken, tired and chic:] You ever break down mid-service? Fix their day while yours bleeds? Yeah. That deserves more than 10%. [Final Chorus – with vocal riffs, trumpet soaring, harmonies blooming] Keep the change, I need therapy I gave the world, it gave parody You liked the song, ignored the cry Took the shine, let me run dry Keep the change… I won’t be back This table’s closed And that’s a fact. [Outro – soft snaps, jazz piano fades, one last sigh] [whispered:] Take your gratitude. I’ll take my peace.
