Worst possible way

Lyrics

(The record scratch is slower, more mournful this time. The rain is heavier. The piano note is more of a painful, sustained chord.) Intro: Yeah... (Long, shaky exhale) You know... they say the opposite of love ain't hate. It's indifference. (Sound of a lighter flicking, failing) And you... you look at me like I'm a stranger now. Like I'm just... some guy in a 'Rari. This one's for you. For us. For... me. (Chorus - Sung, voice cracking with autotune, piano heavy and slow) The rain is drownin' out the sound of my own heart But it can't wash away the memory of who you are I gave you my whole world, you tore it all apart Now I'm sittin' in a mansion, feelin' like a work of art that nobody came to see Just a masterpiece hung up in a gallery Said you'd be my future, now you're just a part of my history A painful, beautiful, shattered mystery (Long, dramatic pause with only rain sounds) (Verse 1 - Rapped slowly, voice heavy with genuine-sounding pain buried under the melodrama) Remember that apartment? The one with the leaky faucet? We'd share a TV dinner, on the floor, because we lost it. The radiator clanked and hissed like an angry dragon, But you'd fall asleep on my chest, and I'd just lay there, braggin' to no one. Braggin' to the ceiling 'bout the girl I'd somehow caught, Didn't have a pot to piss in, but your love was all I sought. Now I got a pool that's shaped just like my favorite artist's yacht, And I'd trade it all right now... for that one single thought you had. The thought that I was worth it. That I was your man. Now I'm just a cautionary tale inside your Insta stories' plan. You're postin' pics at brunch with him, he's wearin' some brand I can't stand, Some... normal, itchy-looking, off-the-rack dad-brand. And you're smilin'. A real smile. Not the one you'd give the press. A smile that says you've finally found some peace inside the mess. And the guy who built you stages, who bought you all that stress, Is just a thumbnail on your phone now... I guess. Yeah, I guess. (Chorus - Sung again, voice more desperate, straining) The rain is drownin' out the sound of my own heart (my own heart!) But it can't wash away the memory of who you are (where you are!) I gave you my whole world, you tore it all apart (tore it APART!) Now I'm sittin' in a mansion, feelin' like a work of art nobody came to see Just a masterpiece hung up in a gallery (so empty!) Said you'd be my future, now you're just a part of my history A painful, beautiful, shattered mystery (The sound of a notification - a sad, empty "ding") (Verse 2 - Rapped, picking up intensity, bordering on unhinged) And my therapist, she asked me, "What is it that you miss?" She thought I'd say your laugh, your touch, your morning goodbye kiss. I said the way you'd steal my hoodies and ignore my laundry list. She wrote it down. She gets it. It's a specific kind of bliss. It's the little things you take with you that leave the biggest holes. It's the silence in the closet where you used to store your goals. The empty space on the sink where you kept your beauty scrolls, And the hollow in my chest where you used to keep my soul. Yeah, you used to keep my soul. Now I'm buyin' art I don't even like, just to fill the space. I got a Basquiat starin' at me with a judgmental face. It's sayin', "You had love, you traded it for Mace and private jets and base," And I'm screamin' back, "I know! I'm a fool in my own case!" I'm the defendant and the judge, the jury and the crime, I'm doin' life inside this penthouse, servin' hard time. And the worst part is, the worst part of this pantomime? Is knowin' I would do it all again, a hundred times. Just for one more sleepy morning, with your head upon my chest. Yeah, just for that. (Bridge - Sung softly, barely a whisper over a single, repeating piano note) I hope he knows... you like the crusts cut off your bread. I hope he knows... you're scared of thunder, what you think inside your head. I hope he knows... you're not just beautiful, you're brilliantly misread. And I hope... he lets you steal his hoodies, long after you've been wed. (A sharp, choked sob) I hope he does. (Outro - Rapped, very slow, fading into nothing) Yeah... Tell your mom I said hi. She always liked me. (Long pause) The security guard's doin' his rounds again. Gotta go. The rain's stopped. But I haven't. (Sound of a single, final raindrop hitting a metal surface. Then silence.)