Lyrics

Verse 1
Screaming
Oh, he’s got a shrine of me, candles all around,
Says he “prays to my spirit” when the sun goes down.
Got my favorite snack in bulk from the store,
Boy’s stockpiling Cheetos like it’s love and war.

Texts me “good morning” before the crack of dawn,
Writes me poems in caps like he’s Shakespeare gone wrong.
Sent a playlist called “Songs for My Soulmate” to me,
Every song’s a ballad — it’s killing me!

Chorus
Oh, he’s simping hard, yeah, it’s out of control,
Making friendship bracelets with our “combined soul.”
Photoshopped pics of us on some beach,
Bro, we haven’t even kissed, you’re out of your reach.

He’s crafting love potions, reading my star sign,
Thinks he can “manifest” a love so divine.
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, it’s tragic and true,
Out here like Cupid with no clue.

Verse 2
He’s writing fanfics where we save the day,
Posted it online, had people hit “play.”
Changed his username to “HerOneTrueLove,”
Says he “feels our vibes,” like that’s enough.

Printed my tweets, framed ‘em on his wall,
Called ‘em “wisdom,” said they’re “words for all.”
Bought a stuffed bear, named it after me,
Now he talks to it daily — this is comedy.

Chorus
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, can’t catch his breath,
Swears I’m his “destiny” till the day of his death.
Making mixtapes, writing lyrics of gold,
Boy, slow down, you’re getting too bold.

Bought a necklace, says it’s “our heart in two,”
But, dude, we’ve never even said “I love you.”
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, it’s sad to see,
In his own world, but he’s losing me.

Bridge
Oh, he’s got a hoodie that he “borrowed” from me,
Sprays it with perfume, says it’s his “therapy.”
He’s got a countdown to “our anniversary,”
Boy, we don’t date — it’s pure fantasy.

Breakdown
He’s got love letters he reads every night,
Signed them from me (I never did, alright?).
Puts his hand to his heart, whispers my name,
Got himself wrapped up in his own game.

Outro
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, he’s gone way too deep,
Dreaming of “forever” while I laugh in my sleep.
Boy’s on a mission, a one-sided quest,
But the harder he tries, the funnier the mess.

So keep simping, yeah, don’t lose the spark,
I’ll be over here, watching in the dark.
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, bless his soul,
A love-struck fool who lost control.