[Intro - Spoken]
Let me make sure I got this shit straight.
You asked me to move in.
Sleep in your bed.
Stay exclusive.
Plan vacations.
But you don’t have feelings?
…Run that shit back.
[Verse 1]
You said come to Mississippi, come live at my place,
Then “I don’t feel romantic” while you’re touching my waist.
Want me there every night, sleeping right by your side,
But ask you what we are and suddenly you wanna hide.
“I love you, but not like that,” what the fuck does that mean?
Built a whole relationship, won’t call it what it seems.
Want the comfort, want the loyalty, want me in your life,
Girlfriend expectations without calling me your wife.
Cross-country trips, talking years down the road,
Next minute my existence is too heavy a load.
Want me close, want me gone, keep changing the game,
Then look at me confused when I can’t PICK A LANE.
[Chorus]
PICK A LANE!
Want me here? Want me gone?
Want me talking? Want me quiet?
Which fucking one?
COME HERE! GO HOME!
DON’T LEAVE! LEAVE ME ALONE!
Keep moving every line
Then ask why I’m losing my mind.
PICK. A. FUCKING. LANE.
[Verse 2]
We fight, now it’s “Get the fuck out my house!”
I grab my shit, suddenly “Let’s talk it out.”
Okay, I’m talking.
“Why you yelling?”
Fine. I’m quiet.
“WHY WON’T YOU TALK?”
Motherfucker, YOU decide it!
Walk away? Wrong.
Stay there? Wrong.
Need a minute? Somehow that’s wrong.
Then I’m crying and you’re holding me tight,
Talking soft, calming me down, making everything right.
That’s the mindfuck nobody else can see:
The person causing the storm becomes the shelter for me.
[Bridge]
THAT’S why I’m dysregulated.
Yesterday “stay.”
Today it’s “go.”
Yesterday “I love ya.”
Today it’s “no.”
Planning vacations, sleeping beside me,
Then “I don’t want this dynamic.”
Boy, DECIDE PLEASE.
My nervous system doesn’t have a fucking clue
Which version of you is coming through.
[Verse 3]
Now we’re done, but you still wanna talk?
Nah.
You don’t get to break my heart
Then keep me around for the aftermath.
I said, “If you’re sure, I’m walking away.
I can’t watch you move on and pretend I’m okay.”
Then it’s, “I’ll block you!
We’ll never speak again!”
…Motherfucker.
THAT’S WHAT I SAID.
Why you threatening me
With the boundary I SET?
How the fuck did MY goodbye
Become YOUR threat?
[Final Chorus]
PICK A LANE!
Wanted me close,
Then wanted me gone.
Wanted forever
Till Monday came along.
Now I’m driving six hours
Just to pick up my shit,
Putting an ending
On this mindfuck of it.
No more maybe.
No more decoding.
No more checking
What your location is showing.
You don’t want me?
Fine.
Then you don’t get to keep my heart
On fucking standby
While you make up your mind.
[Outro]
Get my shit.
Get in the car.
Go home.
And somebody tell that raccoon…
We’re all fucking free.