Warm Rhodes, vinyl crackle, blunt smoke in the air]
[Intro – half-asleep, voice floating]
Yeah…I must of mentioned...
You said I was too much…and then some
Said I was crazy… said I was trippin’…I was too much
I should just know you love me …but uh
[Hook – lazy, reverb-soaked, almost sweet]
Never gotta show it, I’m supposed to feel it, but
Pick up your phone while I’m still talkin’
Textin’ like my words ain’t even real
My fault, I shoulda known the TV was up
Never asked permission to speak, ugh
You called it bitching, I called it existin’
Endless dreams, ideas, hopes spillin’ my dumbass missing signals
You said I was too much, I was crazy, I was trippin’
I was just lovin’ out loud in your, spilling my soul out of my mouth out loud
[Verse – dreamy, voice cracking soft]
I drifted… floated away from reality
Thought if I shrank enough you’d let me stay
Missed the abuse, missed the excuses
Used ‘em like blankets so I could lay
In your company, kickin’ my feet underwater
Forgot lungs need air, forgot I was a person
Mind wiped clean, soul goin’ rotten
While I tried to be worthy of your version
[Bridge – harmonies stack, Rhodes bends like it’s hurting]
I wish it was empathy that followed me home…
But it was intuition with a baseball bat
Beatin’ my ass into hard recognition
You never loved the noise—
You just loved that I shut up fast
Enough you'd never have to listen
Told you before you'd miss my voice
But you made the choice ;it was yours
You juet ignore it: You cut it short
You blew me off; The choice was yours
YOU act like I never mentioned
YOU act like I never mentioned
[Last calm line – whisper turning into a cracked laugh]
You said I was too much…
I finally believe you…
[8 beats of total silence… one guitar harmonic screams like the world splitting]
[THE DROP – 7/8 → 15/8 polyrhythmic apocalypse, no survivors]
I’M TOO Much! I MUST BE A CHORE
ONE YOU AIN'T WILLING TO DROP
A DAMN THING FOR
I’M CRAZY! DON'T ASK AGAIN
I’M TRIPPIN’—AND PROUD OF IT NOW!
EVERY WORD YOU CALLED BITCHIN’
YOU FORGOT I MENTIONED
IM A CHORE