Moving On Without That Prick

Lyrics

[Verse 1 – fun & fed up] Packed up my life in a pile of boxes, Cats losin’ their shit like little foxes. I’m sleepin’ on the floor with a busted back, But at least I ain’t dealin’ with that prick’s crap. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – shrug and smirk] The house was fine, but the company stank, Splittin’ bills with a toddler in a man-shaped tank. I need peace, not passive attacks — So I grabbed my life and never looked back. ⸻ [Chorus – loud and liberating] Movin’ on, just me, thank fuck, No more drama, no shared bad luck. No “where’s my keys,” no stupid fights, Just me, my cats, and calm-ass nights. New job’s comin’, I’ll learn some tricks — But I already know how to leave a prick. ⸻ [Verse 2 – cheeky & proud] The cats are stressed but they’ll get over it, They’ve got windows, tuna, and a sunbeam hit. I’m buildin’ a life with a door that locks — On bullshit, games, and toxic talk. ⸻ [Bridge – proudly petty] No wine, no gin, just herbal tea, Still feelin’ high from breakin’ free. There’s peace in silence, joy in space, And zero trace of his smug-ass face. ⸻ [Final Chorus – stompin’ boots & middle fingers] Movin’ on, just me, and feelin’ grand, No shared decisions, no shaky plans. Got floors to mop, and jobs to land, But I ain’t draggin’ no deadweight man. That chapter’s closed with a heavy kick — Goodbye, good luck… You absolute prick. ⸻ [Outro – tea in hand, cats by side] So here’s to soft socks and a silent phone, To the sweetest thrill of being alone. Movin’ on ain’t just a fix… It’s freedom, With zero dicks.