Spoiled, Not Broken

[ Lyrics ]

They said I’d never love right — I exceeded it.
 + soft snap into groove

Sat across from nice guys who called me "too much,"
laughed at my lists like I needed adjusting.
One kept his wallet zipped on opening night,
next said, "You shine too bright — that ain't right."
Mama worried, said, "Just lower the bar,"
but I knew the silence where real love starts.
Not a hand to hold when the lights go dim,
but a voice that says, 'I’m here — light your hymn.'

So I waited, not broken, just tuned to a higher key,
let the fakers pass like old TV.
And then— your text at 3 a.m.,
"You awake? Just watched your interview."

They said I’d never love right — I exceeded it.
You don’t tolerate my standards — you feed it.
They said I’d burn too bold, end up ghosted,
but you build a throne where I’m mostly
loved, seen, needed — oh, I needed this.

You remember how I take my tea, no prompting,
plan surprise trips without my voting.
Left notes in my bag like love’s on patrol,
know my favorite scent just from my photo roll.
Not because I asked — 'cause you pay attention,
hold my dreams like your own intention.
You don’t flinch when I talk about my worth —
you say, "That’s my girl," and mean it at birth.

Now I’m not proving, not a test to be passed,
love doesn’t land when the bar’s been outclassed?
You showed up fully, no act, no front —
built a home where my walls come down.

They said I’d never love right — I exceeded it.
You don’t tolerate my standards — you feed it.
They said I’d burn too bold, end up ghosted,
but you build a throne where I’m mostly
loved, seen, needed — yeah, I needed this.

All that wanting? It led me to you.
All that waiting? Made space for the truth.
Wasn’t spoiled to dream in full bloom —
it was my soul reading the room.

You didn’t fix me — I was never bent.
You just matched the light where I’d been sent.

They said I’d never love right — I exceeded it.
You don’t tolerate my standards — you feed it.
They said I’d burn too bright, end up lonely,
but you stand beside me, already
home, known, golden — yeah, this is it.

Breath whisper ad-libs: "not broken… no, not broken… spoiled and blooming"

They said I’d never… 
But I exceeded it.