I called at 3 AM, liquor on my breath
Beggin’ you to hurt me like you did before you left
Ami whispers “stop,” but I’m tearing up the floor
Cry for me, make it ugly, let the neighbors know the war
I want your guilt in gallons, I want mascara tracks
I want the sound of sorry choking through the cracks
Baby, crawl back screaming, make my mattress memorize
Every note of how you broke me—autotune the lies
Cry for me, make it vulgar, let the sirens harmonize
Tears and bass in sync, explicit when we vocalize