Turn to dust

Verse 1 You called me up at three in the morning, Ignoring every single red-flag warning. I used to rush over to dry your eyes, Believing the script and the curated lies. But the pedestal’s cracked and the paint is peeling, I’m finally over this heavy-handed feeling. Pre-Chorus I’m cutting the tether, I’m dropping the weight, I’m leaving the keys right here at the gate. You want a savior? Go find a new heart, 'Cause I’m done playing this supporting part. Chorus I ain't putting up with your bullshit, It's not my problem, not worth my time, To help you color inside the lines. I’m done being the anchor for your sinking ship, Watching the same old excuses slip off your lip. So save your drama for a different stage, I’m finally turning the goddamn page. Keep your chaos and your broken trust, I’m moving on while you turn to dust. Verse 2 I'm not your baby-sitter, I'm not being bitter, I'm done having a filter. Not filling your glass, picking up your mess, Not helping you get dressed, I got better things to occupy my time, Than dropping everything on a dime. Chorus I ain't putting up with your bullshit, It's not my problem, not worth my time, To help you color inside the lines. I’m done being the anchor for your sinking ship, Watching the same old excuses slip off your lip. So save your drama for a different stage, I’m finally turning the goddamn page. Keep your chaos and your broken trust, I’m moving on while you turn to dust. Bridge Go ahead and play the victim, go ahead and play the saint, Paint me as the villain with the brush you couldn't paint. But I’m standing in the sunlight, and the view is pretty clear, The loudest part of "us" was the silence in my ear. Chorus I ain't putting up with your bullshit, It's not my problem, not worth my time, To help you color inside the lines. I’m done being the anchor for your sinking ship, Watching the same old excuses slip off your lip. So save your drama for a different stage, I’m finally turning the goddamn page. Keep your chaos and your broken trust, I’m moving on while you turn to dust. Outro Yeah, I’m moving on. (Not my problem) No, it’s not my problem anymore. (Not worth my time) Keep your mess, I’m out the door. Turn to dust. Just... turn to dust.