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