The Last Song

[Verse 1]
I was young and trusting
You had just turned thirty-three
Looking for some validation
To heal your childhood trauma, mm
You told me I was special
Then covered up my freckles
Let you turn me into someone I hated
Just so that you would love me, hmm

[Pre-Chorus]
You diluted all my talents
Like a watercolor palette
I was spreading myself so thin for you
Pushed the limits of my body
Flying all over the country
Just to be the one that you wanted me to
But I swear to you

[Chorus]
This is the last song I'll write about you
I've opened up every single old wound
And all the shit that you put me through
I couldn't make it make sense if I had to
This is the last time I'll put it in words
The way you gaslit all of my hurt
I fell apart trying to make it work
And I think it's time to let go if I have to
(This is the last song I'll write about…)

[Verse 2]
You made me hate my body
Like it didn't belong to me
Every pound I gained became a ghost that haunts me still (Haunts me still)
Hmm
But I used to say, "I'd never hate you"
Never, "Wish we hadn't met"
Back then, I thought that one day we'd
Be able to be friends again
And I was wrong obviously
I think that I secretly
Wanted you to admit the hurt you'd done to me

[Pre-Chorus]
I was craving your permission
To let me feel all my feelings
Now I'm laughing at the irony
I took the bait and let you break me
Then expected you to save me
Glue together every shattered piece
For my sanity

[Chorus]
This is the last song I'll write about you
Already tried but there's not enough room
For all the shit that you put me through
I couldn't make it make sense if I had to
This is the last time I'll put it in rhymes
How you abused so much of my time
I'm clearing out space in my mind
And I think it's time to let go if I have to

[Post-Chorus]
If this is the last song I'll write about you
I got some last shit to say about you
If this is the last song I'll write about you
I got some last shit to say about you

[Bridge]
You're a liar and a narcissist, master of manipulation
Treat all of your friends like shit, such a fucking social climber
Think you need a therapist, you've got way too many problems
Sorry, I'm not sorry, but say "goodbye" to your reputation
You're almost forty now, say that you're twenty-seven
Make people work for free, and then take all the credit
Wiped all our memories, just like it never happened
Even my parents think, you're kind of a shitty person

[Outro]
So this is the last song I'll write about you
I promise
This is the last song I'll write about… you