Last Word Syndrome

[sg1-tay-po-ft-idd-04-17] [LS.v3.3.2026.0718R] [Verse 1] I see you counting every step I take, like I’m a crime scene waiting on your tape. You think I’ll flinch when you throw those eyes, but I’ve been living on a dare, why lie? You stand there biting back what you came to say, I grin too wide and walk the other way. [Chorus] Go ahead, run that rumor till it wears thin, I’ll make a throne from the doubt you’re in. The guilt don’t fit, so you don’t get a say, I’ve got last word syndrome—I take it away. [Verse 2] I’ve coached my grin where my insides sink, counted to ten just to make you blink. Your pity smells like wood caught in the rain, soft and swollen, useless all the same. When everybody leaves, I still hear my steps— funny how loud an empty room gets. [Final Chorus] Go ahead, run that rumor till it wears thin, I’ll make a throne from the doubt you’re in. Shame lit a flare, but I snuffed it today, I’ve got last word syndrome—I don’t look away. The guilt don’t fit, so you don’t get a say, I’ve got last word syndrome—I take it away. [end]