[Intro — loose, almost spoken] Yeah… I don’t know why I wrote this Probably shouldn’t play it back [Verse 1 — conversational, relaxed delivery] I got your number but I never call Got your picture on the bedroom wall Told my friends that I don’t care at all Then I stare at it when alcohol talks You said, “Baby, why you act so strange?” I said, “Maybe I’m allergic to change” You laughed, then you walked away Now I’m writing stupid shit at 3 AM I bought new shoes, still walked in circles New girl, same old rehearsals Everybody says I’m doing better Funny how nobody knows what “better” means [Pre-Chorus — melodic lift, keep it understated] And I know, I know I’m probably making this worse But if I don’t say it now I’ll say it in another verse [Chorus — catchy, breezy, slightly playful] This is just a stupid song About the things I did wrong About the nights I stayed too long And the calls I shouldn’t have made It’s a stupid song But somehow you sing along Maybe that’s what makes it strong Or maybe I’m just stupid anyway [Verse 2 — rhythmic phrasing, playful cadence] I told myself I wouldn’t text Then I texted you “you up?” at ten past ten You left me on read, I blamed the internet Like my phone got feelings and it did it itself I got excuses by the dozen Every bad decision dressed up like it’s something I say I’m good, I say I’m fine Then I write three hundred words about you in one night My mother says, “Boy, get some sleep” My friends say, “Man, just let her be” But every time I try to leave My dumb heart puts another song on repeat [Chorus — fuller harmonies] This is just a stupid song About the things I did wrong About the nights I stayed too long And the calls I shouldn’t have made It’s a stupid song But somehow you sing along Maybe that’s what makes it strong Or maybe I’m just stupid anyway [Bridge — stripped back, intimate] Maybe I don’t miss you Maybe I miss who I was Before I made a mess of Everything I thought was love Maybe I’m dramatic Maybe you’re better gone Maybe this whole thing Was never worth a song [Beat returns — light rhythmic delivery] But here I am… [Verse 3 — more melodic, emotionally honest] I could blame the timing I could blame the rain I could blame the city I could blame my brain But truth is, baby I knew what I was doing I saw the red flags Still called them “good-looking” Now the room gets quiet And the truth gets loud I don’t need forgiveness I just need to figure myself out [Final Chorus — energetic but still effortless] This is just a stupid song About the things I did wrong About the nights I stayed too long And the calls I shouldn’t have made It’s a stupid song But somehow you sing along Maybe that’s what makes it strong Or maybe I’m just stupid anyway [Outro — half-spoken, fading] Yeah… It’s probably a stupid song. But you remembered the words.
