📝 Lyrics:
(Intro – soft piano, glass clink, finger snaps)
(spoken:)
You liked the way I smiled… but not the weight behind it.
(cash register cha-ching… slow jazz riff starts)
(Verse 1 – breathy, sultry tone)
You liked my service — said I was divine
Complimented my grace, but not my spine
Tipped me cute, then walked away
While I swept your mess and faked okay
I gave you warmth, with room to breathe
Polished my pain on satin sleeves
But your praise was polished, thin and flat
Didn’t even ask how I dealt with that
(Pre-Chorus – jazzy echo harmonies)
(You love the smile… ignore the ache…)
(You want the vibe… but not the weight…)
(spoken:)
You left a tip, not a cure.
(Chorus – velvet vocals with gospel backup hums)
Keep the change, I need therapy
I don’t need cents, I need clarity
You loved the sparkle, dodged the scar
Took the glitter, left the heart
Keep the change, I’m done pretending
Your gratitude feels condescending
You liked my glow — that much is clear
But never saw the cost of cheer
(Verse 2 – richer vocal layering, soft brass in background)
You said “Thanks, babe” like that would heal
But I was serving with wounds too real
I made it easy, that’s my flaw
Played the role, but never law
(Pre-Chorus – repeat with smoky falsetto)
(You love the dance… not the pain…)
(You drank the light… left the rain…)
(spoken softly:)
Your kindness was a coupon. Expired.
(Chorus – fuller vocals, melodic runs and piano crescendo)
Keep the change, I need therapy
Not candle tips or faux empathy
I smiled while sinking under glass
Your dollar signs don’t change the past
Keep the change, I need a room
Where “How are you?” ain’t just perfume
You loved the mask, ignored the me
Behind the lipstick and routine
(Bridge – slow piano solo + spoken jazz monologue)
(spoken, tired and chic:)
You ever break down mid-service?
Fix their day while yours bleeds?
Yeah. That deserves more than 10%.
(Final Chorus – with vocal riffs, trumpet soaring, harmonies blooming)
Keep the change, I need therapy
I gave the world, it gave parody
You liked the song, ignored the cry
Took the shine, let me run dry
Keep the change…
I won’t be back
This table’s closed
And that’s a fact.
(Outro – soft snaps, jazz piano fades, one last sigh)
(whispered:)
Take your gratitude. I’ll take my peace.