[INTRO — shouted tag, massive bass stab] K-K-K KYRODITH! You missed your exit. [VERSE 1 — confident female vocal, UK garage swing] We’ve said goodnight beside the speakers, In the hallway, on the stairs. Now you’re halfway through another With your fingers in my hair. There’s a taxi turning round. Neither one of us looks out. You say, “I should probably…” I love you leaving that part out. [PRE-CHORUS — rising percussion, tight phrasing] Jacket on. Zip undone. You were leaving. Were you, love? Check the time. Make that face. I know what You’re going to say. [CHORUS — big melodic hook, warm and assertive] You’re bad at goodbye. I like that about you. Five more minutes With my arms around you. We get to the door, Then we get distracted. I say, “I love you.” You come straight back in. Bad at goodbye— So am I. Give me one good kiss. We can call that trying. [DROP — heavy rolling sub, chopped female hook] Bye-bye— Not yet. One foot out. One kiss left. Bye-bye— Come back. Five more minutes. I can do that. [VERSE 2 — playful, sensual, syncopated] Now I’m walking to the corner, Though I said I’d stay upstairs. You put both hands in my pockets, Say it’s freezing standing here. So we walk another block. You keep talking; I forget I’m in slippers on the pavement. You’re worth looking ridiculous. [PRE-CHORUS — bass pressure, short sung phrases] You say, “Go.” Then pull me near. Mixed instructions, Very clear. I say, “Fine.” Neither moves. I’m not much Better than you. [CHORUS — powerful female lead, stacked harmonies] You’re bad at goodbye. I like that about you. Five more minutes With my arms around you. We get to the door, Then we get distracted. I say, “I love you.” You come straight back in. Bad at goodbye— So am I. Give me one good kiss. We can call that trying. [BRIDGE — tender sung vocal over continuous bass groove] I used to put my shoes on early, Have my reasons all prepared. Now I’m bargaining with minutes For your hand to stay right there. You’ve seen me impatient. You’ve heard me complain. Still, you make leaving The worst part of a good day. [FINAL DROP — explosive breakbeat fills, call and response] Going? Almost. Leaving? Not close. Bye-bye— Not yet. One foot out. One kiss left. Five more— Make it ten. I love you. Say it again. [OUTRO — smiling dry vocal, final bass hit] Text me when you get home. Even if I’m still awake. I will be.
