[introspective, raw, a little lo-fi melancholy, with that quiet-build intensity. Imagine it over finger-picked guitar swelling into soft reverb-drenched chords] Verse 1 I thought this spark was rare, a once-in-a-lifetime flame Felt like destiny in the messages, like we invented the game But it’s just biology and boredom, novelty dressed in disguise Millions chase the same high, then watch it fade from their eyes I’m not special, and neither is this ache That truth cuts deep, but it’s the first real breath I take Pre-Chorus The head bomb keeps exploding, the silence screams out loud But running from the pain just drags me further down Chorus I’ve only got so many fucks to give And I’ve been wasting them on ghosts that never lived On her replies, on the push and the pull On a story I told myself that was never true Time to let it burn out slow Take the fucks I gave away And spend them on something that stays Verse 2 This hurt is the receipt for caring, proof I opened the door Avoiding it just teaches me to feel nothing anymore So I’ll sit here in the wreckage, journal lines in the dark Let the discomfort do its work, tear me apart and restart Bridge I could keep asking “Why won’t she stay close?” That’s a dead-end problem nobody can solve Or I could ask “How do I build a life that feels like home?” Harder road, but at least it’s one I control Chorus I’ve only got so many fucks to give Stop handing them out to someone who won’t give Back the same weight, the same steady light I’m responsible for this heart at night Rejection isn’t the end, it’s the gate To something real that doesn’t make me wait Outro So here’s to better problems, to therapy chairs To honest talks and the quiet repair To feeling desired without the crash and burn To giving my fucks where they’re finally returned I’m already turning the page, feeling the shift From “what if” to “whatever” And that’s the greatest gift
