My Ex’s Empire

She took the couch

She took the chair

She even took my old Tupperware

Left me a fork

Bent at the prong

She’s building her empire

Am I wrong

My friends say

"Man

Just let it go"

But they’re at her parties

Don’t you know

My Ex’s empire

Ruling the scene

Queen of the chaos

The petty

The mean

She’s got my stuff

She’s got my crew

And now she’s telling me what I can do

She’s in my photos

She’s in my chats

Wears my hoodie like it’s combat

Strolls through the bar like she’s the king

And leaves me with the bill for everything

My best man texts

“Hey

She’s so chill”

But he’s drinking wine she bought with my will

My Ex’s empire

Her crown’s made of spite

She’s got the throne

But I’m losing the fight

She’s got my stuff

She’s got my friends

And she’s the queen who won’t make amends

She can keep the couch,

She can keep the crown,

She can play pretend

As her empire burns down.

I’m done with the drama,

Done keeping score —

If she wants the whole kingdom,

She can have the damn door.

My Ex’s empire

Let her keep the crown

I’m done with the circus

I’m burning it down

She’s got my stuff

She’s got my past

But she won’t be the queen of me at last

My Ex’s empire

Yeah, let it all stay

I’m walking out laughing

While she fades away

She built her throne

On petty demands

But I took back the only thing she can’t

Me taking a stand