Just a Prop

You want a show? Okay. Watch this. You only called me when your ex was online, Told me to smile in the flash of your light. You kept her number in the back of your mind, Then held my wrist like I belonged to the night. You said, “Don’t talk, just stand there and look pretty, She’s gonna see us, she’ll be losing her mind.” I was a pawn in your little pity, A body to borrow, a heart you could hide. And I thought it was love, but it’s acid in my veins, Every kiss was a check that you wrote in her name. Now the lights go down, and the bass hits low, You can call me crazy, but I know, I know. I was just a weapon, a knife in your hand, A pretty little lesson so she’d understand. You never loved me, you loved what I proved: I was good for your ego, bad for your mood. Oh, I was just a prop in your jealousy game, Now the whole damn crowd is screaming my name. You used me, used me, now I’m not your toy, I hope she enjoys the show, enjoy the noise. just a prop, just a prop Ah-ah-ah, you used me up. GO! Ah-ah-ah, I’m not your prop. You’d pick a fight then leave me on read, Then show up at my door with roses and threats. “Don’t make me look bad, don’t make a scene, She’s watching my story, so act like you’re happy.” I was the proof that you moved on so fast, But when she was gone, I was gone from your past. You’d say “You’re nothing without me,” and laugh, Now I’m taking the mic and I’m giving it back. And I thought it was love, but it’s poison in my blood, Every touch was a nail, you drove it just because. Now the lights go down, and the guitar screams, You can call me crazy, but I’m not what I seem. I was just a weapon, a knife in your hand, A pretty little lesson so she’d understand. You never loved me, you loved what I proved: I was good for your ego, bad for your mood. Oh, I was just a prop in your jealousy game, Now the whole damn crowd is screaming my name. You used me, used me, now I’m not your toy, I hope she enjoys the show, enjoy the noise. Maybe one day you’ll wake up alone, With a phone full of ghosts and a heart made of stone. But I won’t be the one you call when she’s gone, I won’t be your— PROP! I WON’T BE YOUR PROP! no, no, no I hope she sees exactly what you are! I was just a weapon, a knife in your hand, A pretty little lesson so she’d understand. You never loved me, you loved what I proved: I was good for your ego, bad for your mood. Oh, I was just a prop in your jealousy game, Now the whole damn crowd is screaming my name. You used me, used me, but I’m not your toy, I hope she enjoys the show—enjoy the noise! Just a prop. Just a prop. Not anymore.