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Lyrics
[Verse]
I hold the door but they slam it shut
Buy the flowers they let them rot
Call me sweet like it's a bad word
Guess nice ain't the spice they prefer
[Prechorus]
They chase the storm
I bring the calm
But calm ain't a rush
It ain't the bomb
[Chorus]
Nice guys finish last
That's the rule of the race
A kind heart's a crime in this wild
Wild place
I’m too polite
Too right
Too soft
Too slow
Guess the good ones are the ones they outgrow
[Verse 2]
I text back fast they leave me on read
Pour my soul they ghost me instead
Play it cool but they want it hot
Give them gold they’re digging for rocks
[Bridge]
They love the edge
The thrill of the chase
But my steady hand’s a misplaced grace
Do I trade my halo for a pair of horns
Or just embrace that I’ll be love’s forlorn?
[Chorus]
Nice guys finish last
That's the rule of the race
A kind heart's a crime in this wild
Wild place
I’m too polite
Too right
Too soft
Too slow
Guess the good ones are the ones they outgrow
Details
GeneratedAug 11, 2025
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
synth-driven with playful hooks and a driving bassline, pop
Credits
Prompt by
WesleyShaffer2006
WesleyShaffer2006ModelAria v4
Prompt
I’m too nice and respectful when I’m in a relationship, but girls don’t want that
