Player Two Exit

[Verse 1]
The little red car from the game of Life
Is parked by a half-dead succulent.
At 2 AM on a Tuesday night,
I'm drafting the breakup argument.
There’s a static hum from the GE fridge,
Sounds like you’re saying my name wrong.

[Chorus]
And I’m decorating the silence, pre-haunting my life,
Picking out curtains for a future fight.
It’s a high score in self-sabotage, an iconically bad vibe,
My Player Two Exit, keeping the dread alive.

[Verse 2]
I can feel the cold of the laminate floor
On my feet in a winter I haven't met.
You said, “You’re thinking so loud again,”
And I’m placing my imaginary bets.
Will I get the couch? Will I take the cat?
It’s a game of 'Guess Who?' with just one card flat.

[Chorus]
And I’m decorating the silence, pre-haunting my life,
Picking out curtains for a future fight.
It’s a high score in self-sabotage, an iconically bad vibe,
My Player Two Exit, keeping the dread alive.

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s practice, a dress rehearsal
For a quiet I’m not ready for.
Like learning the cheat codes universal
For a level behind a locked door.

[Outro]
Picking out curtains…
For a future fight.