Lyrics

Verse 1
Screaming
Oh, he’s sending heart emojis every damn day,
Bought a t-shirt with my face, says it’s his “bae.”
Spams my DMs with “Good morning, queen,”
Boy, calm down, it’s getting obscene.

He’s out here buying gifts like it’s Christmas Eve,
Writing poems on his lunch break he thinks I’ll believe.
Swears he’s “different,” swears he’s “the one,”
But I’m just here laughing, having my fun.

Chorus
Oh, he’s simping hard, it’s cracking me up,
Acting like a puppy, can’t get enough.
Holding doors open like he’s royalty,
But I’m rolling my eyes, sipping my tea.

He’s baking me cookies, memorizing my friends,
Says he’ll “wait forever” till this story ends.
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, it’s tragic to see,
Pouring his heart out, but it ain’t phasing me.

Verse 2
He’s got a playlist called “Songs for Her,”
Full of sad love ballads and emotional slurs.
Buys two coffees every morning, just in case,
And I drink mine while he stares at my face.

He’s tagging me in quotes like “Love of my life,”
Planning his proposal, dreaming I’ll be his wife.
But boy, I’m just here, having a blast,
Watching you trip over feelings so fast.

Chorus
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, I can’t lie,
Out here acting like some romantic guy.
Dropping hints, thinking he’s slick,
Sending me flowers, oh man, it’s rich.

He’s out here painting my name in the sky,
Writes me letters signed “Yours ‘til I die.”
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, it’s clear as day,
Trying so hard in a hopeless way.

Bridge
Showed up at my work with a ukulele,
Serenading me like it’s some twisted ballet.
His buddies laugh, but he doesn’t see,
That he’s simping hard, and it’s comedy.

Breakdown
He’s got my picture framed in his car,
Calls me “his muse” like I’m some star.
Wears a necklace with my initial on it,
Dude, you’re whipped — and, honestly, I’m honored.

Outro
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, bless his heart,
Throwing himself in like it’s high art.
But the more he tries, the funnier it gets,
A tragic tale of love and regrets.

So keep simping, yeah, keep on that grind,
While I laugh, watching from behind.
Oh, he’s simping, yeah, it’s killing me,
Lost in his fantasy, all for free.