Verse 1
You wore respect like a tailored suit,
Came home and kicked it off with your boots.
Everybody knew your generous side;
I knew where the holes in the drywall hide.
You called me crazy till I mouthed along,
Made me apologize for what you’d done wrong.
But I kept the messages you told me to erase—
Now you’re hearing them in a different place.
Pre-Chorus
You can glare across the room all day.
I’ve got something left to say.
Chorus
Put your lies under oath!
Let the record hear what I lived through!
Every bruise you blamed on me,
Every threat you swore you’d never use.
You’re losing the room, losing control—
Your charm can’t swallow the evidence whole.
I’m done being scared of what telling will cost.
Justice showed up—your cover’s blown!
Verse 2
You tried the tears, then you tried the grin,
Then called your friends to make me fold again.
Same old play, but the stage has changed;
This time somebody’s writing down your name.
I took the stand with my hands held tight,
Stopped for water, then described that night.
You watched the door like you needed to leave—
For once, nobody was looking at me.
Pre-Chorus
My voice cracked. I let it crack.
Said every word, and I took none back.
Chorus
Put your lies under oath!
Let the record hear what I lived through!
Every bruise you blamed on me,
Every threat you swore you’d never use.
You’re losing the room, losing control—
Your charm can’t swallow the evidence whole.
I’m done being scared of what telling will cost.
Justice showed up—your cover’s blown!
Bridge — low and tense, then rising
When the verdict came, I couldn’t move;
My friend reached over, held my hand.
For years you said there’d be no consequences—
Then I heard the sentence land.
Outside, the afternoon was ordinary:
Traffic, coffee, somebody’s phone.
I stood there breathing on the courthouse steps,
With a whole day I could call my own.
Breakdown — shouted
YOUR CHOICE!
YOUR HANDS!
YOUR WORDS!
ANSWER FOR THEM!
Final Chorus
Put your lies under oath!
There’s a record you can’t talk away!
I was heard, and you were held
To account for every choice you made.
Now I’ve got keys you’ll never hold,
And people I can call when the nights get cold.
Let the consequences do their work—
I’ve got a life beyond your worst!
Outro
You always had to have the last word.
Go ahead.
I’ve already left.