Title: Temporary Queen

Title: Temporary Queen (Verse 1) Yo, check the floor, tell me what you see? Is it a welcome mat? ‘Cause that’s what I’m starting to be. I’m laid out flat while you’re walking all over my soul, Leaving muddy prints on a heart that used to be whole. I’m "the one" on a Tuesday, by Friday I’m "the pest," You’re kicking me out the crib so you can host another guest? Yeah, I say you’re cheating—call me crazy, call me "extra," But I wouldn’t be a detective if you weren't hiding the texture Of another girl’s ghost lingering inside of our sheets, I’m not wrong about everything, I just know when you cheat. (Chorus) You treat me like a doormat, then wonder why I’m dusty, You only want my love when your own vibe is rusty. You kick me to the curb, then you beg me to come back, Exploiting every feeling, every weakness, every crack. I’m building a future, you’re just playing a part, Breaking me down piece by piece, heart by heart. (Verse 2) It’s like a weekly routine, a script that you wrote, One minute I’m your lifeline, next you’re cutting my throat. "Leave me alone," "Get out," yeah, I’ve heard it all before, Watching you slam the lock on that apartment door. And I know why you do it—you found a new "booty call," Someone to fill the space while I’m hitting the wall. Then the phone rings at midnight, you’re "sorry" and "lonely," Acting like I’m still your one and your only. And the worst part? I’m running. I’m back in the trap, ‘Cause I love you too much, and I hate that I’m like that. (Bridge) I’m not a temporary person, I’m a permanent soul, But you’re treating our life like it’s out of control. I shouldn't have to wonder if I’m loved or just used, I shouldn't be the one feeling broken and bruised. (Verse 3) Every time I come back, a little piece of me dies, Looking for the truth in a pair of beautiful lies. You know I’m gonna be there, that’s your power, your play, But a doormat gets tired of being walked on all day. I wanted a future, a house, and a ring, But you’re treating my loyalty like a disposable thing. I’ve only ever loved you, kept my side of the street clean, But you’re doing me wrong, and it’s the loudest I’ve screamed. (Outro) Yeah. From a queen to a doormat. How’d we get here? I'm worth more than a "when it's convenient" love. Stop calling. Unless you mean it.