I LIED... Straight Vibe (Female Vocalist)

INTRO . . . “I’ve said a lot of things with great confidence.” “Most of them at 11PM.” “This is a correction.” ——— VERSE 1 I told my friends I was fine, I was free, I was good, I redecorated every corner like I knew that I should, Bought a plant. Named it something that wasn’t your name. It died in a week. We don’t talk about that. Moving on. Same. I made a playlist called “Honestly Thriving” in May, It had one song on it. I skipped it. I cried anyway. I signed up for yoga. I went exactly once. Came home, ate cereal, stared at the wall like a dunce. ——— PRE-CHORUS I built a whole performance of a person doing well, Sold out every showing, took my bow, and couldn’t tell Where the act ended… ——— CHORUS When I said I don’t miss you, I lied. When I said I’d moved on, something quietly died, I miss you like weather, like winter, like weight, Like a word on the tip of my tongue that arrives ten minutes late. When I said I was better, I wasn’t, not quite, I was just getting better at sleeping through the night, And there’s a difference… God, there’s a difference… When I said I don’t miss you, I lied. ——— VERSE 2 I ran into someone who knew us back when, They said, “You seem happy,” I said, “Yeah,” and said, “Yeah,” again, And I meant it, mostly, in the daylight at least, But the nighttime’s a different negotiation with peace. I still reach for my phone when something ridiculous happens, Some absurd little moment that only you’d find worth laughing, And I type half a message and I let it dissolve, Like a problem I’ve carried but haven’t the nerve left to solve. ——— PRE-CHORUS I got good at the shrug, got good at the smile, Got good at “I’m fine” from approximately a mile, But good isn’t honest… ——— CHORUS When I said I don’t miss you, I lied. When I said I’d moved on, something quietly died, I miss you like weather, like winter, like weight, Like a word on the tip of my tongue that arrives ten minutes late. When I said I was better, I wasn’t, not quite, I was just getting better at sleeping through the night, And there’s a difference… God, there’s a difference… When I said I don’t miss you, I lied. ——— BRIDGE I don’t want you back, let me say that out loud, That part of it’s true, I can say it out proud, But missing and wanting are two different rooms, And I’ve been living quietly in both of them, moving through. Missing is just love with nowhere left to land, It’s not a door I’m knocking, just a door I understand, Was real, and was something, and it mattered, and it did… And I’m done being casual about all of that. I am. ——— FINAL CHORUS When I said I don’t miss you, I lied. When I said I’d moved on, something quietly died, I miss you like weather, like winter, like weight, Like a word on the tip of my tongue that arrives ten minutes late. When I said I was better… I’m getting there, I am, But getting there is longer than I sold to also-ran, And there’s a difference… Lord, there’s a difference… When I said I don’t miss you… I lied. ——— OUTRO . . . I lied… (I lied…) (I was so convincing…) (Even to myself…) . . . “The plant is doing better now, actually.” “I named it something neutral.” “We’re fine.” ———​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​