[Intro - Spoken]
Okay.
Since apparently this was confusing…
Let me explain it clearly.
[Verse 1]
It wasn’t, “Oh my God, you’ve slept with girls!”
Baby, I’m grown. I knew you had a past.
The problem was you’d give me the highlight reel
then wonder why my confidence crashed.
“She was hot.”
“We had fire.”
“Me and her did this one thing…”
Oh, FUN!
Please continue telling the woman who loves you
about all the women who made your dick sing.
[Chorus]
LET ME EXPLAIN THIS CLEARLY!
It wasn’t THEM.
It was ME
hearing all the ways you wanted them
while you couldn’t want me.
You’d hand me every comparison
then swear I made it up.
“No fire with you.”
Cool.
But apparently
YOU’VE GOT PLENTY TO DISCUSS.
[Verse 2 - Playful]
The car?
OH! Funny story!
I ASKED YOU.
You said no.
Apparently the issue wasn’t having sex in cars…
It was WHO WAS IN THE CAR, though!
And the shower?
Wait!
I ASKED FOR THAT TOO!
You weren’t interested.
Totally fine!
Until I learn another woman got
the exact experience you denied.
So forgive me if I didn’t respond:
“Aw! Cute! Tell me more!”
While mentally adding another item
to my little list titled:
THINGS HE WANTED
JUST NOT WITH ME.
[Chorus]
LET ME EXPLAIN THIS CLEARLY!
The car wasn’t about a CAR.
The shower wasn’t about WATER.
It was asking the man I loved for something,
being rejected,
then hearing he happily gave it
to somebody else.
That’s the fucking part.
[Bridge - Music Drops]
And my bed?
No punchline.
MY bed.
That wasn’t insecurity.
That wasn’t me being jealous
of your history.
You brought another woman
into a place that belonged to me.
That’s betrayal.
Full stop.
[Verse 3]
So later when you’d mention another ex,
another hookup, another story,
you’d see my face change and somehow think:
“Here we go again. She’s insecure.”
Well…
YEAH.
You told me there was no fire with me
while casually giving me a guided fucking tour
of everywhere
you’d apparently found it before.
What response were you expecting?
“Fascinating, babe!
Do go on!”
[Final Chorus]
LET ME EXPLAIN THIS CLEARLY!
I wasn’t mad women existed.
I was hurt because I wanted YOU.
The car hurt
because I asked.
The shower hurt
because I asked.
My bed hurt
because it was MINE.
And every story after that
pressed directly on the same bruise.
I never asked you to erase your past.
I asked you to stop putting it
in front of my face
while telling me
I shouldn’t feel insecure.
Because you weren’t describing
something you weren’t capable of feeling.
You were describing something
you were capable of feeling…
just not with me.
[Outro - Spoken]
So yeah.
I didn’t want to hear about them.
Mystery solved.