Thank You for Taking Him

[ Lyrics ]

Thank you for taking him off my hands.
 + bass slide into beat)

Used to cancel brunch just to match his plans,
changed my caption ’cause he didn’t understand.
I was the one who prayed for a text at two,
now I scroll your stories — and honestly? I’m proud of you.
You got the front seat, the late-night calls,
the way he promises everything then flakes on the details.
I used to edit my laugh out the frame,
now that energy’s yours — enjoy the blame.

No more waiting ‘round in hotel robes,
no more begging silence for a clue.
I used to wear his moods like clothes,
now that weight’s transferring to you.

Thank you for taking him off my hands,
I’ve got better things to do than play repairman.
Thank you for taking him off my plate —
hope you like therapy bills and passive rage.

I used to cry in ride-shares, mute his name,
rewrite my self-worth like it was a game.
Now I sleep through the night, my phone on DND,
while you learn the hard way he don’t mean what he sings.
You get the 3 a.m. 'I miss us' spiel,
the love-bombed week, then the months that heal… slowly.
I used to think I’d be the one to fix,
now I watch you try — and quietly wish...

...you luck out where I didn’t fall,
but somehow I know you’ll catch it all.
No shield from the charm, the guilt, the grand,
welcome to the role — I passed the baton.

Thank you for taking him off my hands,
I’ve got better things to do than play repairman.
Thank you for taking him off my plate —
hope you like therapy bills and passive rage.

I won’t lie — it’s kind of fun,
watching someone else be the chosen one.
Not out of spite, just peace of mind,
knowing I’m not the one losing time.
You get the drama, I get the view,
and honestly, girl — I’m rooting for you.

Thank you for taking him off my hands,
I’ve got dreams now — can’t be your backup plan.
Thank you for taking him off my plate —
hope you grow teeth, girl, ‘cause it’s not too late.

And hey — you’re doing better than I did…