[Verse 1] You trace a circle on the table Like you’re drawing out my fate Say you “like your lines a little tangled” Like I’m something you can break You lean in slow Eyes saying “come on Let it go” [Pre-Chorus] But I’ve been taught to name the shadows Call a wound a wound Not romance You dress your hunger up as halo Still I see your hands [Chorus] So respectfully No You don’t get to write my ending You don’t get to call this “meant to be” Just ‘cause you’re wanting Respectfully No You don’t get to blur my borders You don’t get to turn my shaking into “yes I’m yours” I said it soft I’ll say it slow Respectfully No [Verse 2] You laugh “You’re reading way too deeply” Like my body’s just a joke Say I’m “killing all the magic” By believing what you spoke You bite your tongue But that’s not where the damage’s done [Pre-Chorus] I’ve swallowed doubt like it was duty Let you spin the scene your way Now my quiet’s growing teeth And it’s got something hard to say [Chorus] So respectfully No You don’t get to script my story You don’t get to twist my trembling into glory Respectfully No You don’t get to play the martyr Just because I will not let you cross the water I said it once I’ll let it grow Respectfully No [Bridge] [Beat drops Bass deepens Stacked background vocals rise] You say “relax” You say “it’s nothing” You say “come here” You keep on cutting Every little “just this once” Is a weight I have to hold If I’m the one inside this skin Then I’m the one who gets control (oh) [Chorus] Respectfully No You don’t get to write my ending You don’t get to call this “meant to be” Just ‘cause you’re wanting Respectfully No You don’t get to tilt the story Change the frame and call it glory I said it soft I let it show Respectfully No [Outro] (background vocals: “no, no, no”) I’m not your prize I’m not your lesson I’m not your late-night lonely blessing I’m just a heart that learned to say it Low Respectfully No

folk, Art-pop dream-ballad with male vocals; slow-building cinematic folk atmosphere over warm bass pulses and hushed pads. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and airy keys set a fragile intro, then tension swells with toms, distant choral background vocals, and reversed swells. Chorus drops into a darker, seductive groove with subby low end and echoing claps; final hook blooms with layered harmonies and a lingering, reverb-soaked outro., dream pop, ballad, art pop