Yeah, the story's fucking mine.

Red cups and bass thrumming low, a sea of faces I don't know.

Just searching for a friendly glow, then I saw you across the room.

Yeah, you with that fucked up smirk that I crave, the kind that swears you're about to misbehave.

I played it icy, queen of the nonchalant, my pulse is screaming out all the things that I want.

You walked right up, a drink in hand, VIP lanyard 'cause you were cool with the band.

Grabbed my waist, I could hardly fucking stand, then you leaned into your boys, issued a covert command, said,

"See this trophy, number one? Yeah, she's a ten, so fucking fine. And tonight, yeah, tonight she's fucking mine."

Oh, the StarBlaze in your eyes, underneath these hazy July skies.

You whisper low as feelings rise, you said "she's mine, this girl, she's fucking mine."

And in that moment something new, like a fairy tale come true.

My world was only me and you, and I was finally, finally yours.

You were mine.

Sunrise through the cheap apartment blinds, tangled sheets and tangled minds.

Empty pizza box, the daily grind, the mess of a kingdom, but it was one we designed.

Lipstick on your coffee cup, bills stacked high, luck running up.

We'd fight like hell and kiss makeup, this beautiful disaster, pour another mix-up.

But every late night whispered us, every shared dream, every little fuss.

Was a brick we laid, a messy sign, this life we built a trophy image to us and the blind

It wasn't perfect, wasn't always fine, but the struggle, yeah, the struggle was fucking mine.

Oh, the StarBlaze in your eyes, underneath these hazy July skies.

You whisper low as feelings rise, you said "she's mine, this girl, she's fucking mine."

And in that moment something new, like a fairy tale come true.

My world was only me and you, and I was finally, finally yours.

You were mine.

Then the shadows started to creep, secrets that you thought you'd fucking keep.

While I was loving you so fucking deep, you were creeping like I never fucking peeped.

Such a fucking creep. Yeah, you fucked up on some sneak shit.

A text to her, casual and cold. "Yeah, baby, I'll be there, she does what she's told.

It's gonna be fine, no matter what I do, that hoe is fucking mine."

And the world just kinda stopped. The silent room screamed, air turned poison.

What the fuck did you mean? "Nothing!" You swear this whole fucking time...

No, what the fuck did you mean? "Nothing!'"

You swore and, I believed you this time.

Oh, the StarBlaze burned right out your eyes, underneath these stormy August skies.

You whisper low, I felt your lies. When you said "she's mine, this girl she's fucking mine."

And in that moment something broke, the fairy tale exposed as a joke.

The world you built went up in smoke, you should've known, you shouldn't have... provoked.

Should've been loyal, should've walked the line.

If you wanted this ending to be fine.

Cause guess what, motherfucker, this story is mine.

Yeah, this story is fucking mine.