Love-Bomb Receipt

[ Lyrics ]

I kept the receipt on your love-bombs.

I kept the receipt… 

You showed up with champagne and a rental view,
claimed you were different — but I know that tune.
Twenty years of silence, now you’re singing solo,
romance like a promo, not a real-life follow-through.
You quoted my journal in a love letter,
lifted my pain like it meant forever.
But timing’s betraying — three days after we fought,
you went cold like the AC, then came back hot.

I saved every screenshot, every grand display,
’cause affection on credit don’t make it okay.
No — it wasn’t devotion, just damage control,
love like a deposit — no balance, no more.

I kept the receipt on your love-bombs,
all the red roses, all the off-hours phone calls.
You thought I’d forget when the warmth wore off —
but I file my receipts and I file them soft.

Birthday weekend in Paris — your ex’s favorite town,
reservations under 'us' — but you said her name out loud.
Said it was a slip, but the pattern’s more clear:
big love when you’re guilty, ghost when you’re near.
You bought me a necklace with a pendant like wings,
then clipped mine behind closed things.
I wore it that night — smiled through the cost,
knew in my bones: this love’s on hire, not lost.

I don’t need your proof — I got photographic trust,
actions with footnotes and conditional lust.
So forgive me if I don’t melt on cue —
I only believe what I lived through.

You can shower me with theaters and midnight drives,
but I know the price — it’s my peace you’re trying to bribe.
Every grand design’s a deflection, a smokescreen,
you're not winning me over — you're just sweeping the wreckage clean.

I kept the receipt on your love-bombs,
late-night confessions, surprise picnic lawns.
You thought I’d forgive when the sparkle wore off —
but I file my receipts and I file them soft.
I kept the receipt — 
kept every word — 
love without truth?
Just interest I earned.

Yeah… receipts never expire.