Lyrics
You had three chances.Don’t make me count them for you.
You always knew how far was too far.That’s why you stopped one inch before it.A joke at my expense,a hand against the door,that little look that said,“What are you gonna do about it?”
I used to answer.
Now I don’t.
You called every boundary dramaticuntil one finally held.
FINAL NOTICE.I WON’T SAY IT TWICE.YOU KEPT PUSHING FOR A REACTION—NOW YOU DON’T GET ONE TONIGHT.THE DOOR WON’T OPEN.MY PHONE WON’T RING.YOU CAN KEEP THE LAST WORD.IT DOESN’T GET YOU IN.
Read it again.
You sent “hey” at 1:14.Then “wow.”Then “fine.”Then nothing for an hourjust to see if I’d come looking.
I know the rhythm.I know the trick.Leave a little silence,make me fill it.
Push, pull, disappear,come back sweet when I get clear.Change the story, change the date,call it concern when you mean control.You thought I’d foldbecause I always folded first—
That was before I learnedyou hate a locked door.
THIS ISN’T A FIGHT.THIS ISN’T A TEST.THIS IS MENOT ANSWERING AGAIN.
NO “COME ON.”NO “BE REAL.”NO MORE TEACHING YOUHOW I’M ALLOWED TO FEEL.
YOU HAD NOTICE.
NOW YOU HAVE NOTHING.
I thought closure meantone last honest conversation.
Turns outit can sound exactly like silence.
FINAL NOTICE.I MEANT EVERY WORD.YOU CAN TELL YOUR FRIENDSWHATEVER VERSION HURTS THE LEAST.THE DOOR STAYS CLOSED.THE SCREEN STAYS DARK.YOU CAN KEEP THE LAST WORD.
I KEPT MYSELF.
You had three chances.
That was generous.
