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They say I’m the calm before the scandal, but I know I’m the main event. The kind of chaos you wear to dinner and regret by dessert. I don’t break hearts. I design them. Sleeker. Sharper. Softer, where it hurts. She said I ruined her faith in men. I told her I never believed in faith or men. I wear my damage like luxury. Limited edition. Blood-type exclusive. Signed in cologne and bad timing. She still texts me. Even while she's with him. Especially while she's with him. I disappear like smoke but leave glitter in the lungs. My love doesn't ghost— it haunts. With perfect hair and curated cruelty. They say I’m cold. I say I’m composed. They say I’m a headline. I say, “Did it sell?” Truth looks better in roses, but my lies smell expensive. No, I don’t fall. I launch. And every time you try to forget me, I get prettier.
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Told her I’m the calm before the scandal She said, “you’re the reason I can’t handle men” (mm) I wear my damage like a diamond She still texts me when she’s with him I don’t break hearts, I design 'em Leave ‘em better than I find ‘em She said I’m toxic, I said “timeless” She’ll deny it, but she’s biased I’m the golden hourglass, baby—watch me run out Drip-fed dreams ‘til they’re choking on doubt Say I’m cold, I’m composed, I’m a headline kiss But I make pain look good, and I sell it like this I’m not cruel, I’m curated You fell for the brand, now you’re jaded (Pretty when I ghost, huh?) (Petty in a tux, yeah) Call it what you want But you wanted all of this Used to say I made her feel like spring Now she’s crying to my old songs in the gym Told her truth comes dressed in roses And lies wear my cologne and grin I don’t chase, I get adored I write poems out of war She left a voicemail I ignore It’s the drama I implore I’m the golden hourglass, baby—watch me run out Drip-fed dreams ‘til they’re choking on doubt Say I’m cold, I’m composed, I’m a headline kiss But I make pain look good, and I sell it like this I’m not cruel, I’m curated You fell for the brand, now you’re jaded You don’t hate me You hate that I’m right That I’m fine That I didn’t even try I’m the golden hourglass, baby—watch me run out Put your name on the list just to write it in doubt You say I’m heartless, but you’re still obsessed Tell your friends you hate me But I know you’re impressed (I don’t fall…) (I launch.)
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