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You say you’re a bad bet and a long shot
So I’m not sure why I’m playing along.
You know where I am, the number to call
But you’d rather send signals through the aether
Like throwing spaghetti at the wall.

So let’s get real messy, I guess?

I always thought I was barely a thought,
A little fill-up at the station to top you off.
But now I see you’ve named all our old haunts,
Words I spoke to you, all our playful taunts.

I saw a child with matches from the start
So that switchblade attitude
Protected a beating, bleeding heart
While you devoured everyone else
And called it art.

If it was love, it felt like getting ready for war
So let’s take it to the streets, I guess?
You know I know more
(than you give me credit for)
So come at me bro,
let’s settle the score.

You know I’ve heard them
call this predator and prey–
But they don’t have that quite right,
Do they? (Do they?)
You were the one with the aim
I saw your pain, offered a line,
Didn’t think you’d upset the tides
Putting targets on my back
Until I had to hide.
Until you cut me deep
Just to watch me bleed
Til sharks in friendly waters
were circling me.

So hey Rockstar, when you’re desperate
For that next hit
When you’re reaching for another way
To memorialize my lips
When you can’t get me
Outta your mind–
That sweetness you tasted
all those years ago
Was just mocha
from The Daily Grind.

So you wanna get messy?
I’d say, ‘You’re on your own, kid’
But whatdya know–
Here I am, coming clean!

Love always,

Chantel JaNeen

2026