To the left, to the left,
Every promise you broke is boxed to the left.
Rose gold lies, perfume-tagged alibis,
I seal the lid, label it “goodbye.”
Try to crawl back with that same old song—
I changed the locks, beat switched, key gone.
In the closet, that’s my grace;
On the curb, that’s your place.
I shine brighter solo, reflection so strong—
One minute you had me, now the minute’s too long.
Irreplaceable? Yes, that’s me—
But you? Swap you out like a melody.