[Verse 1] [Fast-paced, crisp drums, light palm-muted guitars. Vocals snarky and sarcastic.] You showed up late to my breakdown again Said “It’s not that deep,” with your fake Zen You were my ride-or-die, now you're just a ride Guess loyalty's dead and Uber’s alive [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars open up slightly, vocals more melodic and cynical.] You said “Let’s grow,” I just grew out of you You found peace — I found the exit route [Chorus] [Full pop-punk explosion. Big chords, catchy vocal melody, background “whoa-ohs.”] You're the dead weight in skinny jeans Fake deep posts and nicotine I built a life, you built a scene I’m done being your damn routine No, I won’t be your back-up plan I’ve got one shot — you just ran I’m not bitter, just finally clean From the dead weight in skinny jeans [Verse 2] [Back to tight riffing, upbeat pacing. Vocals smirking again.] You scream “I'm healing” but you’re just loud Therapy’s not a trend to make you proud You ghosted real talk, but haunt the feed You’re what happens when drama learns to breathe [Pre-Chorus 2] [Vocals more earnest now — slight desperation under sarcasm.] You cut ties and called it growth But left your mess in every note [Chorus] [Repeat with added backing vocals and slight variation.] You're the dead weight in skinny jeans Empty likes and amphetamines I built a path, you played pretend This is how our story ends [Breakdown] [Sudden shift — everything drops into halftime. Guitars drop-tuned, screaming vocals hit hard.] (Screamed) You said I was the problem, but you packed the match Lit every bridge, now you’re begging for maps I’m not your home, not your fix, not your crutch Go scream into your void — you’ve done enough [Final Chorus] [Screamed lines layered under the main vocals, huge energy.] You're the dead weight in skinny jeans All talk, no self-esteem I wrote my truth, you wrote your scene Now I’m burning every in-between
