Overwhelmed and Outgrown

(hmm-mmm) I was the one who made the plans,

Held your hand when you were scared,

Fixed the things you wouldn’t face,

While you just stood there unprepared.

You called it “love,” I called it work,

I carried more than I could hold,

Funny how you wanted a girl But needed someone to play grown.

You said I asked for way too much,

Like honesty was asking too deep,

You said you felt so “overwhelmed,” While I was losing sleep.

You’re a boy, not a man,

And I finally understand,

I was wearing the pants While you were running from the plans.

You said, “Baby, I’m overwhelmed,” Like that was some excuse,

But I was building us a future While you couldn’t tie your

own loose ends. So go ahead and call it pressure,

Call it more than you can handle— I call it growing up.

You call it overwhelmed.

I had to tell you how to care,

Had to ask you to show up,

Had to teach you that communication

Wasn’t something you could shrug off.

You wanted all the easy parts,

The laughs, the kisses,

the good nights,

But when it came to being there,

Suddenly you lost your spine.

You said you needed room to breathe,

Like I was holding you too tight,

But I was only asking you To meet me halfway this time.

Maybe someday you’ll realize

Love isn’t supposed to be easy all the time.

It takes courage, it takes effort,

It takes showing up when you’d rather hide.

And I’m not mad you couldn’t do it— I’m just mad I

stayed so long, Thinking if I loved you hard enough,

You’d finally become strong.

You’re a boy, not a man,

And now I know where I stand.

I won’t carry someone else Just so they can call me their

girl. You said you were “overwhelmed,” But I was overwhelmed too—

I was overwhelmed by being Everything you wouldn’t do.

So keep your excuses,

keep your distance, Keep the story that you tell—

You didn’t lose me to another guy.

You lost me to yourself.

You called it overwhelmed.

I called it the end.

You wanted a girl who'd understand.

Turns out, you needed to become a man. (ooh-ooh-yeah)