[INTRO]

Game over. Funny thing is… I still fucking hate losing. ⸻ [VERSE 1] We made a mess out of every kiss

Turned “I miss you” into shit like this

You’d disappear, I’d lose my mind

Then you’d come back right on fucking time You wanted control, I wanted proof

We lied so much we called it truth

I knew your games, you knew my tricks

Still let you fuck with my fucking head like this ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] No more clues

No more signs

No more reading

Between your fucking lines The game is over— So why the hell

Are you still on my mind? ⸻ [CHORUS] AFTER THE GAME

What the fuck do I do with you? AFTER THE GAME

When there’s nothing left to prove? No one won

No one lost But somehow

I still paid the cost After the game— Do I fucking miss you? Or do I just miss… The game? ⸻ [POST-CHORUS / DROP] After—after—

After the game Fuck the rules

Fuck your name After—after—

After the— Game. ⸻ [VERSE 2] I checked your page like every damn day

Pretended I didn’t care anyway

One little post could ruin my mood

And I’d fucking hate myself for wanting you Maybe I was addicted to the chase

Maybe chaos looked good on my face

Maybe losing you was never the pain— Maybe I just hate not being insane. ⸻ [BRIDGE / BREAKDOWN] Maybe I never loved you. Maybe I loved the fight. Maybe I liked the way

You kept me awake at night. Maybe we were both fucked up. Maybe that’s what felt right. ⸻ [FINAL BUILD] No more rounds.

No more rules. No more pretending

I’m over you. If I fucking call you— Don’t pick up. Because I know myself. I’ll do it again. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] AFTER THE GAME

What the fuck do I do with you? AFTER THE GAME

When there’s nothing left to prove? No one won

No one lost But somehow

I still paid the cost After the game— I finally know. I don’t fucking miss you. ⸻ [OUTRO — WHISPER] I just miss… The fucking game.