Verse 1 Yeah, I came back — against my better sense, Knowing damn well your promises were paper-thin defense. “Peace,” you said. “No shouting,” you said. But the minute I walked in, your thunder woke the dead. You clear the snow, yeah — I see the strain and sweat. But inside this house your temper’s the bigger threat. Pre-Chorus And I tried — God knows I tried — To love you as you are. But your voice hits like a hurricane And I’m done pretending it’s not bizarre. Chorus If you don’t like what you’ve got here — then leave. Door’s right there, and I won’t grieve. You can take your hailstorms, take your blame, I’m not bending to your shame. Post-nup’s signed and crystal clear: Basement’s yours — stay the hell down there. Shut the fuck up, stay in your zone, And leave me the hell alone. Verse 2 You don’t get to tell me who to be, Or criticize my habits like you’re holy royalty. I told you I wouldn’t change — I warned you from the start. So don’t you dare act shocked when I protect my heart. You shout like I control the sky, Calling hail because I spoke my mind — what a lie. Pre-Chorus And I tried — God knows I tried — To hold the line, stay kind. But your storm rolls in like clockwork And I’m not losing my mind. Chorus If you don’t like what you’ve got here — then leave. Door’s right there, and I won’t grieve. You can take your hailstorms, take your blame, I’m not bending to your shame. Post-nup’s signed and crystal clear: Basement’s yours — stay the hell down there. Shut the fuck up, stay in your zone, And leave me the hell alone. Bridge (Glitch Break + Tabla Fragments) No more “I’ll change,” No more “I swear.” Your actions speak louder — And all I hear is hot air. I came back anyway — But I’m not here to be your fool. Your peace is your job, Not another house rule. Final Chorus (Harder, Glitchier) If you don’t like what you’ve got here — then leave. Your rage don’t get to clip my wings; I breathe. Snow melts. Storms fade. But I’m still me — And you can’t yell me into who you want me to be. Post-nup written in black and bone: Basement’s yours — stay in your zone. Shut the fuck up, stay in your lane, Or walk your shouty ass out again. Outro Strong arms, loud voice — but I’m done with the noise. You want love? Respect’s the fee. Show up right — or leave me be.
