[Intro] (A clean, muted acoustic guitar strum looping with a smooth, slow-rolling 70s drum break and a warm bassline) (Spoken, close-mic'd) Oh, please. [Verse 1] (Chill, conversational vocal delivery) You walked in like you wrote the book on charm Thought a little sweet talk would do me no harm Playing chess when you barely knew checkers, babe Leaving little messes for someone else to save You had opinions on everything I did Acting like a genius, but you're just a kid. [Pre-Chorus] (Lush, whispering harmonies floating underneath) And it’s funny how the loudest ones are always wrong (Ooh-ooh) Took me a second, but I caught on. [Chorus] (Catchy, melodic mid-tempo hook with multi-tracked harmonies) You thought you were the sharpest tool in the shed Just another voice echoing inside my head Cutting like a knife, but you’re just made of glass Looked back for a second, but I had to laugh— Yeah, you thought you left a mark, Turns out you were just playing in the dark. [Verse 2] Got a new calendar, got no room for dead weight Swapping out the friction for a smoother state You can keep the drama, you can keep the pride I’m too busy winning with you pushed aside Not a single tear dropping on the floor Honey, I’m just locking up the front door. [Bridge] (Instrumentation strips back to just the acoustic guitar and finger snaps, vocals building in intensity) Sharp-tongued, but you lost the edge Standing on a very shaky ledge Watch me wave as I breeze right through— I was way too good for you. [Chorus] You thought you were the sharpest tool in the shed Just another voice echoing inside my head Cutting like a knife, but you’re just made of glass Looked back for a second, but I had to laugh— Yeah, you thought you left a mark, Turns out you were just playing in the dark. [Outro] (Acoustic guitar loops out, fading with a soft, dismissive chuckle) (Whispered) Not even close. (Beat cuts out)
