My Ex’s Empire

[Verse]
She took the couch
She took the chair
She even took my old Tupperware
Left me a fork
Bent at the prong
She’s building her empire
Am I wrong

[Prechorus]
My friends say
"Man
Just let it go"
But they’re at her parties
Don’t you know

[Chorus]
My Ex’s empire
Ruling the scene
Queen of the chaos
The petty
The mean
She’s got my stuff
She’s got my crew
And now she’s telling me what I can do

[Verse 2]
She’s in my photos
She’s in my chats
Wears my hoodie like it’s combat
Strolls through the bar like she’s the king
And leaves me with the bill for everything

[Prechorus]
My best man texts
“Hey
She’s so chill”
But he’s drinking wine she bought with my will

[Chorus]
My Ex’s empire
Her crown’s made of spite
She’s got the throne
But I’m losing the fight
She’s got my stuff
She’s got my friends
And she’s the queen who won’t make amends

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
She can keep the couch,
She can keep the crown,
She can play pretend
As her empire burns down.
I’m done with the drama,
Done keeping score —
If she wants the whole kingdom,
She can have the damn door.

[Final Chorus]
My Ex’s empire
Let her keep the crown
I’m done with the circus
I’m burning it down
She’s got my stuff
She’s got my past
But she won’t be the queen of me at last
My Ex’s empire
Yeah, let it all stay
I’m walking out laughing
While she fades away
She built her throne
On petty demands
But I took back the only thing she can’t
Me taking a stand

Goth undertone pop-rock with biting electric guitar riffs, punchy drum beats, snarky, male