[Verse 1] [tight indie R&B groove, restrained delivery] Keys in the sink Phone ’bout dead You got that “can I stay?” look again Whole room smell like bad ideas And somebody else’s cigarettes You say, “Baby, it just got messy” Yeah? That tends to happen when you never think ahead And somehow I’m back in my shoes at midnight Talkin’ you down like it’s my job You always call when the ceiling caves in Never before the damage starts [Pre-Chorus] [soft layered harmonies] See, I can sit with somebody hurting I can hold space when life gets hard But you keep choosing chaos first Then acting shocked it got this far [Chorus] [drums hit harder, sharper vocal phrasing] I’m tired of your shenanigans Your “my bad”s and your accidents You light the match Then blame the smoke And drag me into it after Every week it’s some new fire Different mess, same tired cycle And I would help if life just happened But you keep helping the disaster Boy, this didn’t need to get so dramatic Half this stuff was fully avoidable And I can do hard times Can’t do self-inflicted [Verse 2] [bass more forward, conversational rhythm] You swear this version of you’s temporary But he keeps comin’ back around Big apology, soft eyes, deep sigh Then three days later, here we are now Your friends stopped answerin’ Your sister looks exhausted And somehow I’m the final boss Of problems you could’ve prevented I used to defend you too “Maybe he’s stressed” “Maybe he’s lost” Now I just sit there like …brother, at what cost? [Pre-Chorus] [slightly more emotional tension] You treat every warning like a suggestion Every boundary like it’ll bend Then show up here lookin’ devastated When consequences clock in [Chorus] [fuller harmonies, more bite in delivery] I’m tired of your shenanigans Your “my bad”s and your accidents You light the match Then blame the smoke And drag me into it after Every week it’s some new fire Different mess, same tired cycle And I would help if life just happened But you keep helping the disaster Boy, this didn’t need to get so dramatic Half this stuff was fully avoidable And I can do hard times Can’t do self-inflicted [Bridge] [drums strip away, almost spoken] You call it “being human” I call it a pattern You call me when it’s urgent Never when it matters And maybe that sounds harsh But somebody had to say it You keep confusing rock bottom With somewhere safe to live in [Final Chorus] [wider vocal layers, emotional release without yelling] I’m done with your shenanigans Your end-of-world theatrics and Honestly, I’m gettin’ tired Of being good in a crisis ‘Cause love is one thing Cleanup’s another And lately all we ever do Is recover Boy, this didn’t need to get so dramatic You had exits, you just never took ’em And I can love somebody struggling Just not somebody committed to destruction [Outro] [music fades to Rhodes and soft bass] Mm I’m not mad you needed help I’m mad you needed the same help again [fade]
