Verse 1 [dirty bassline, dry drums] You learned the timing of my silence, how my name could clear the way. Then mistook your front-row seat for ownership of my name. [cool vocal, guitar muted] One of you called me “too much of a mess,” one said I was hard to please. Funny how my chaos made you interesting, gave you something people came to see. Pre-Chorus [tension builds, synth stabs] You all swore you’d figured me out after two weeks and a key. Baby, you had my address, that’s not the same as knowing me. [beat cuts] Chorus [stomping drums, distorted guitar] So, to all the men I’ve loved fuck you, respectfully. For every “you’ve changed” when I stopped being convenient company. [bass heavy] To the ones who loved the headline, then got scared of what it meant: you wanted SERA BLUE on demand, not the girl you couldn’t brand. [guitar drops, vocal dry] So here’s your closure, since you always seem to need one: you were not the great love of my life. You were material when we were done. Verse 2 [bass heavier, sharp synths] My silence made me heartless, my anger made me cruel. You wanted honesty in private till the truth stopped serving you. [clipped drums, biting vocal] You kept old flames close enough to notice, then watched me count the little signs. Fed my worst suspicions for amusement, then made my jealousy the crime. Chorus [bigger drums, guitars wider] So, to all the men I’ve loved fuck you, with interest. For every scar you called “too heavy,” then made yourself the victim of this mess. [ dirty bass] To the ones who loved the polish, but complained about the cost: you wanted porcelain, cutesy and tame, I came with flaws, a temper, and a name. Bridge [bass drops, lonely piano] And yes, I broke things too. I know exactly what I am. I’ve turned goodbyes into weapons, made a courtroom of a bed. [strings creep in] But at least I wrote my own sins down. You just called yours “being a man.” [full silence] Final Chorus [full glam-rock explosion] So, to all the men I’ve loved fuck you, and thank you too. Every lie looked better rhyming, every bruise became a breakthrough. [ guitar distortion] You wanted to survive me? Congratulations, you did. Now stop telling everyone you knew me when you knew a version I permitted. Outro [spoken, completely dry] No hard feelings. [pause] [spoken, mischievous, amused] Just royalties.[ short little laugh] [final distorted bass hit]
