Rotten Fruit

Yeah…

This one ain’t sweet, it’s spoiled as hell.

(You fucked up, baby.)

You were a pretty little liar with a spotlight grin,

But underneath the makeup was a landfill sin.

Took my trust like a thief, ran off with the crown,

Now I’m laughing in the mirror ‘cause you can’t drag me down.

Every fight was a rerun, same old script,

You played victim on cue, then you’d flip that shit.

You said “forever,” baby, more like “for a night,”

Now your ghost’s in my bed, but I’m sleepin’ just right.

So fuck you, and your cheap perfume,

Every lie turned love to doom.

Rotten fruit in my rearview,

You’re a nightmare dressed in bad tattoos.

You were poison in stilettos, venom in lace,

A hurricane of bullshit with a photogenic face.

I was blind, I was dumb, yeah I played that role,

But I clawed my way out, got control of my soul.

Now you’re lurking on my socials like a sad-ass creep,

While I’m busy counting blessings, you’re counting sheep.

Take your drama, take your games, shove ‘em back where they came,

I’d carve your name off my arm if I ever was that insane.

So fuck you, and your cheap perfume,

Every lie turned love to doom.

Rotten fruit in my rearview,

You’re a nightmare dressed in bad tattoos.

Here’s the truth:

You were the worst goddamn chapter in my book,

And I’m glad I slammed it shut.

You want closure? Baby, choke on it.

Fuck your “sorry,” fuck your “maybe,”

You don’t break me, you just made me.

All the pain just turned to fire,

Watch me rise while you expire.

So fuck you, and your cheap perfume,

Every lie turned love to doom.

Rotten fruit in my rearview,

You’re a nightmare dressed in bad tattoos.

Yeah…

Rotten fruit don’t taste twice.