(Intro) (Yeah, keep talking) (I know what you’re trying to do) (You want a scene, you want a version) (Where I’m still caught up on you) (Verse 1) You texted me a question mark at 3:00 AM, again Assuming I was crying over scraps of us then You saw me at the coffee shop and called it looking blue Oh honey, that was decaf. It had zero to do with you You told your friends I’m devastated, a tragic little mess Sorry to burst your bubble and bruise your ego, I guess (Chorus) But oh, you wish I loved you, wouldn’t that be cute? You’d be the star of the show, I’d just be your mute You want me glued to my phone, waiting on a text Obsessed with your next move, like that’s some kind of flex It must be tiring, lugging around that giant head So keep on dreaming, darling, in your little half-baked spread Yeah, you wish I loved you (Verse 2) You think my latest playlist is a shrine to your face I wrote those songs for my cat. You were never the case You stalked my socials just to see if I was sad I’m doing just fine, actually annoyingly glad You’re waiting for the day I crawl back to your door I’d rather hear a dial-up tone forevermore (Chorus) Oh, you wish I loved you, wouldn’t that be cute? You’d be the star of the show, I’d just be your mute You want me glued to my phone, waiting on a text Obsessed with your next move, like that’s some kind of flex It must be tiring, lugging around that giant head So keep on dreaming, darling, in your little half-baked spread Yeah, you wish I loved you (Bridge) Let’s review the facts, since you love rewriting Your charm’s a hard pass and your taste is fighting You thought you were a ten, a rare little prize More like background noise with a fresh coat of lies Bless your little heart for thinking you got away You didn’t get away, babe, I put you on valet (Guitar Solo - intentionally simple and mocking) (Chorus) Oh, you wish I loved you, wouldn’t that be cute? You’d be the star of the show, I’d just be your mute You want me glued to my phone, waiting on a text Obsessed with your next move, like that’s some kind of flex It must be tiring, lugging around that giant head So keep on dreaming, darling, in your little half-baked spread (Outro) Yeah, you wish I loved you Keep wishing, babe Maybe in another lifetime Or a parallel universe Where I lose my mind entirely But for now? U wish.
