work it out on the remix

who's your “girl, so confusing”? write them the verse.

you know the one — the friend you love and quietly compete with, the one you've been a little weird with since the thing. name her, name the pettiest-realest reason, and we'll write you back a “girl, so confusing”-style reconciliation verse: jealousy admitted out loud, then dissolved, closing on “i ride for you.” it's a half-joke, half-peace-offering, and it's meant to be sent straight to her DMs. work it out on the remix instead of having the hard conversation.

write the verse

a few we already wrote

the promotion remix

okay, ugly part first:

when they said your name i clapped,

then i drove home hating the drive.

i called it "so happy for you" out loud

and something meaner on the inside.

somewhere i decided you were the reason

i don't have the life i pictured —

like you walked off with the last one.

it was never the job, maya.

it was me, sure i'd never get picked for anything.

you were just standing where the light was.

the girls were fighting (in my head) → the girls are healing

i ride for you, maya

read receipts

you never text first.

i've counted. it's insane that i've counted.

i built a whole story out of it —

that you don't think about me,

that i'm the one always reaching.

but that's not you being cold, priya.

that's just me, terrified i'm easy to forget.

i made your silence about my worth

and that was never fair to a phone.

so. hi. i'm texting first. on purpose.

double-texting as an act of healing

i ride for you, priya

the group chat i got quiet in

i watched you two get closer

and got weird and quiet about it,

like there's a fixed amount of you

and she was taking my share.

i went cold instead of just saying

i missed being your person.

you didn't replace me, devon.

i just always assumed i was the one

people trade up from eventually.

that's my thing to carry, not yours.

third-wheel energy → whole-tricycle energy

i ride for you, devon