A spoken-word performance about a breakup, where the narrator confronts a former partner who cut them off and made them feel like a stranger. The speaker reclaims independence despite the pain, telling them to collect their records and change their number.
You said that you could let it go, and I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know. You didn't have to cut me off, make out like it's never happened. No, we weren't in a band. I don't even need your love. You treat me like a stranger, and I feel so alone. Why did you have to do me so low? Have your friends collect your records and then change your number. Guess I don't need
