[Title: His Inventory] [Style: Sober Pop], [Singer-Songwriter], [Mid-Tempo Groove], [Empowerment], [Clarity] [Instrumentation: Clean Piano Riff, Groovy Bassline, Tight Pop Drum Beat, Clean Electric Guitar, Confident Vocals] (Music Starts: A clean, confident piano riff. A mid-tempo pop beat drops in, with a groovy bassline. [Vibe: Adele / Sara Bareilles]) (Spoken Intro - over the groove) I'm finally cleaning house. Eyepiercinglove. (Verse 1) [Music Tag: Confident, rhythmic vocal] You had a sermon for all of my sins You knew all the language to draw me in You talked about "Solitude," "Satan," and "Prayer" (Ad-lib: Such a performance...) And I mistook the performance for someone who'd care. You were a puzzle, I wanted to solve Around your cold center, I tried to revolve. (Chorus) [Music Tag: Builds. Harmonies kick in. Groovy.] But that's His inventory, not mine to keep The man who'll use scripture, but his promises are cheap. (Ad-lib: Not my stuff...) That's His inventory, the "why" and the "how" He could speak about God, and then break every vow. My inventory is trusting someone unsafe. His inventory is leaving this "ugh" on my face. (Verse 2) [Music Tag: Vocal gets a little angrier, cynical] You said, "Men are selfish," and "I'm not excluded" That was the one truth that wasn't deluded. 'Cause you touched my body, and I let you in (Ad-lib: My mistake...) And you treated that intimacy just like a sin. You got what you wanted, then you needed to flee And you had the nerve to go and blame me. (Chorus) [Music Tag: Full groove. Bassline is prominent.] But that's His inventory, not mine to keep The man who'll use scripture, but his promises are cheap. That's His inventory, the "why" and the "how" He could speak about God, and then break every vow. My inventory is trusting someone unsafe. His inventory is leaving this "ugh" on my face. (Bridge) [Music Tag: Music gets sparse, just piano and vocals, then builds] You said "I respect you," you said "Thank you" The politest dismissal for a wound you cut through. You didn't say sorry, you didn't say "I was wrong" You just hid in your "honor" and expected me to be strong. (Ad-lib: But you're not a blessing... You're not "the one.") You're just a painful lesson, and now, Lord, I'm done. (Final Chorus) [Music Tag: Music hits full. Ad-libs. Call-and-response feel.] Yeah, that's His inventory, not mine to keep! (Ad-lib: Not mine!) The man who'll use scripture, but his promises are cheap! That's His inventory, the "why" and the "how"! (Ad-lib: All his!) He could speak about God, and then break every vow! My inventory is trusting someone unsafe! His inventory is leaving this "ugh" on my face! (Outro) [Music Tag: Fades out. Groove gets simpler. Piano and vocal.] Yeah, that's His inventory... The blame-shifting, the lies. The cold, empty "Thank you" in your polite goodbyes. That's His inventory... And I'm letting it go. I'm cleaning my heart out. I'm healing, I'm slow. ...I'm letting you go. (Music fades to sil