Single.  Because Bullshit gets old.

I Don’t Compete

I don’t stand in the shadows
while you dance with your past,
I don’t play second fiddle,
I was never built to come last.

I don’t share a man’s attention
with ghosts he can’t release,
if you’re half with me, half elsewhere,
then I’ll choose my own peace.

I am not your maybe,
your filler, your side—
I am the storm, the fire,
the reason, the ride.

So take your rear-view memories,
your half-hearted seat—
I’m a woman who knows her worth,
and I don’t compete.