[Horn Intro] (Muted trumpet, one telephone ring, then silence) [Verse 1] You called at quarter after one, said you were “just around,” like every sorry little lie don’t make the same old sound. Your shirt smelled like a bar I never want to know, you kissed my cheek too softly, hoping I would let it go. I used to make a case for you before you said a word, turn a warning into weather, turn a feeling into hurt. But I saw my red lipstick on the rim of your glass, next to somebody else’s name scribbled under the tab. So I put your keys beside the phone, neat as a prayer, watched you look around the room and realise I wasn’t scared. You thought my quiet meant I’d bend to keep the peace, but it just meant I was done explaining what you couldn’t see. [Pre-Chorus] I gave you room, I gave you time, I gave you more than what was mine. Now the door is where the mercy ends, you can keep your call, I’ll keep my sense. [Chorus] That’s your loss, baby, not mine, you had gold and you were looking for a cheap good time. That’s your loss, baby, say it slow, you don’t get to leave a mess then call it love, you know. I won’t be the girl you find when your night runs dry, I won’t be your almost, your maybe, your alibi. That’s your loss, baby, read the sign— you lost a good thing, and she’s doing fine. [Verse 2] My sister came with coffee and a record from back home, said, “Play the one where you sound like you don’t need him on the phone.” We danced around the kitchen in our socks till half past three, I remembered how a room can feel when it belongs to me. I changed the sheets, I moved the chair, I bought the roses red, not to prove that I was over you, just to sleep well in my bed. You left a message saying I was “hard to understand,” funny how I got so clear the minute you let go my hand. I hope you find whatever it was you were chasing down, but don’t come back to borrow light because you lost your way around. I got a future with my name on it, bright and wide, and I look better walking forward than I ever did by your side. [Chorus] That’s your loss, baby, not mine, you had gold and you were looking for a cheap good time. That’s your loss, baby, say it slow, you don’t get to leave a mess then call it love, you know. I won’t be the girl you find when your night runs dry, I won’t be your almost, your maybe, your alibi. That’s your loss, baby, read the sign— you lost a good thing, and she’s doing fine. [Spoken Breakdown] You don’t get a second chance at a woman who finally believed herself. [Final Chorus / Outro] That’s your loss, baby, not mine, you had gold and you were looking for a cheap good time. That’s your loss, baby, say it slow, you don’t get to leave a mess then call it love, you know. Your loss, baby—your loss, baby, I was never yours to waste, baby.
