Americano, no sugar

We sat on that old green couch, third floor You laughed at my jokes, then you wanted more But she saw you looking, she called dibs first Pulled me aside while my whole heart burst I faded to grey, just a shadow in frame Helped her pick out a dress, didn't speak your name She copied my coffee, my sweater, my lines Then cut me off clean like she'd drawn a line Now I drink americano, no sugar, no lies Watching snow fall outside through the same window wide You text me at midnight: "Hey, you there?" I delete every time — but I swear that I care They say revenge is bitter, but so is your girl I played the long game, then I burned down her world Made her watch while I walked in the light But then you found me — messy, mean, and cold Said: "Use me, baby. I'll do what I'm told" And I didn't know love could taste so strange Like americano without sugar — bitter, sweet, and stained. She wanted the throne, wore a crown made of glass I just wanted to stop living inside her shadow's past She took my blue pen, said she lost it by chance Then I saw it in her pencil case — not a second glance I learned how to be quiet, how to smile through the crack How to let her steal my homework, never hit back But when she threw me away like a broken toy I decided: even a good girl can learn to destroy. They say revenge is bitter, but so is your girl I played the long game, then I burned down her world Made her watch while I walked in the light But then you found me — messy, mean, and cold Said: "Use me, baby. I'll do what I'm told" And I didn't know love could taste so strange Like americano without sugar — bitter, sweet, and stained. She's alone now, scrolling through her feed I don't hate her — I just don't need her greed You asked me: "Was it all revenge?" I laughed and kissed your temple, said "Don't ask again" But inside I know the truth: I'd burn the world twice for a proof that you're my north, my quiet home Not a trophy or a throne. One americano, no sugar, no cream You showed up like a dream inside a bad dream Now the snow's falling over Moscow's night And I finally feel like I'm doing it right.