Surgical

(Intro)
Scalpel’s steady…
You won’t feel a thing…
’til it’s too late.

(Verse 1)
You said we were “on the same page,”
Funny, I was reading your expiration date.

You swore you’d never settle,
Now you’re stuck in someone basic 
Congrats on the downgrade,
Hope the highlight reel was worth the trade.

You post your “glow up” pics,
But the filter can’t hide the scar tissue.
I left you better than I found you,
You left yourself in the rearview.

(Pre-Chorus)
Tell yourself it’s growth,
Call it “finding peace,”
But every mirror still shows
My name carved underneath.

(Chorus)
I’m surgical,
Precision in the cut,
I’m surgical,
You’re bleeding but you’re not.
I’m surgical 

Opened you up just to watch you run.
You thought love was blind,
Turns out it just needed better lighting.
They don’t hit like I did,
’Cause I knew every weak spot worth striking.

(Verse 2)
You said I was “too much,”
Now your new one’s “just enough” 
Enough to bore you in 4K.
You traded fireworks for safety flares,
Hope the sparkler feels like a flame.

You copied all my jokes,
Now they land like secondhand smoke.
Your friends still ask about me,
You change the subject like it’s smoke and mirrors.

You rebuilt your whole life,
But used my blueprint upside down 
Looks good from far away,
Up close it’s just a cheap knockoff town.

(Pre-Chorus)
Tell yourself it’s growth,
Call it “finding peace,”
But every mirror still shows
My name carved underneath.

(Chorus)
I’m surgical,
Precision in the cut,
I’m surgical,
You’re bleeding but you’re not.
I’m surgical 

Opened you up just to watch you run.
You thought love was blind,
Turns out it just needed better lighting.
They don’t hit like I did,
’Cause I knew every weak spot worth striking.

(Bridge)
I took the best parts of you,
Polished them ’til they shined.
Left the rest on the table 
Call it community service, I was kind.

Now you’re walking around hollow,
With my signature on your spine.
You feel that phantom ache?
That’s just me checking my work… one last time.

(Instrumental Break)

(Final Chorus)
Call it moving on,
Say you’re “healed and done,”
Still flinch when you hear my song
Like the wound just reopened for fun.

I’m surgical,
A clean, clean cut,
I’m surgical,
Your favorite scar, your favorite fuck-up.
You thought love was blind…
Turns out I just gave you 20/20 hindsight.

(Outro)
You want closure?
Here’s the bill.
I fixed what was broken,
Then broke what was fixed.

You can’t heal from me…

Fast 90s pop punk, catchy power chord riffs, driving drums, melodic male vocals with harmonies, energetic teenage angst