[Intro – flirty, fed-up, cute] Alright, lean in. I’m only gonna say this once. (…Okay maybe twice. If you look at me nicely.) [Verse 1 – talk-singing, sharp, petty-but-charming] You walk in like you’re breaking news, But baby, you’re more “technical difficulties.” Saying you’re finally “ready to choose”— Then glitching the second you get attention, please. You buy me chocolates from the clearance aisle, Act like you ran a marathon just to smile. But disappear for three business days— Is ghosting your version of “personal style”? [Pre-Chorus – rising sass] Listen, the expectations are tiny— Like “text back before the next ice age” tiny. Like “don’t argue with the waiter” tiny. It shouldn’t be this hard, honey. [Chorus – sparkly, catchy, iconic] So don’t make me spell it out— You give bare minimum with maximum confidence. I need effort, not emoji hearts You panic-sent to cover your negligence. Don’t make me spell it out— If you want my love, try acting like you care. I’m not your hobby, project, or challenge… Baby please, please, please— Don’t make me spell it out, I swear. [Post-Chorus – meme-able moment] (Write it slower this time… Use bullet points if it helps.) [Verse 2 – cheeky, savage, adorable] Your promises sound like late-night shipping— Bold, fast, and destined to arrive broken. You say your feelings “started slipping”— Sweet… but not a pass to leave words unspoken. You call me your muse when you’re bored at home— Cute, but I’m not content for your downtime phone. I need someone who shows up in 3D, Not another tall guy with “potential” disease. [Pre-Chorus – more bite, more sparkle] And honestly? I’m tired of being the tutor to your maturity. It’s giving “assembly required,” babe— And my patience does not ship for free. [Chorus – bigger, glitterier] So don’t make me spell it out— You’re doing too little while trying way too hard. I need honesty, not monologues You rehearsed in your car like a try-hard. Don’t make me spell it out— If you want my heart then show up full-time, not part. I’m not here fixing you for entertainment… Baby please, please, please— Don’t make me spell it out, okay? Start. [Bridge – soft, then pointed like eyeliner] I want someone who notices Before the apology text. Someone who knows commitment Is more than “what comes next.” Someone who listens— …unlike you, my dear. (I said it sweetly. You’ll live.) [Final Chorus – iconic, sparkly, mic-drop] So don’t make me spell it out— If you want my time, act like it’s rare. I’m not impressed by “almost,” “kinda,” “soon”— Your almost-effort doesn’t even compare. Don’t make me spell it out— Baby, I’m done playing translator for your pretend. So please, please, please—grow up this time… Or I promise you, babe, This is the final end.

Don’t Make Me Spell It Out