No Returns v 1.

Genre: Mainstream Pop-Punk / Power-Pop Tempo: 148 BPM Time Signature: 4/4 Key: A major — provisional Lead Vocal: Female solo — bright, gritty, confident Mood: Defiant, witty, energetic, liberating INTRO You kept the receipt? That's cute. VERSE 1 You kept the receipt from the night we met, Folded in your wallet, not faded yet. You said the fit was never quite right, But wore me out every Saturday night. You brought your reasons, pressed and clean, Like I wouldn't read between the seams. You want the old deal, the old advice — I read the fine print twice. PRE-CHORUS You can call it bad timing, You can call it a phase. But love isn't a fitting room You can leave in a haze. CHORUS No returns, no exchanges, I won't shrink to fit your changes. You can't try me on for size, Then blame the seams for all your lies. No returns, the sign is clear, I don't reopen just because you're here. You had your turn, you let it go — I'm not the one who comes and goes. POST-CHORUS No-no-no returns! No-no-no returns! You had your chance, You got your turn! VERSE 2 I wore your version till it split, Learned every trick to make it fit. Took in the waist, let out the truth, Made room for everything but you. Then Sunday came, I cut the thread, Hung up the words I never said. Now there's a little more room to breathe, And nothing left to change in me. PRE-CHORUS You can call it bad timing, You can call it a phase. But love isn't a fitting room You can leave in a haze. CHORUS No returns, no exchanges, I won't shrink to fit your changes. You can't try me on for size, Then blame the seams for all your lies. No returns, the sign is clear, I don't reopen just because you're here. You had your turn, you let it go — I'm not the one who comes and goes. BRIDGE I don't hate the way it ended, I just won't pretend it's mended. Some things don't need another try; Some doors are made to stay outside. I found my shape, I found my voice, And keeping me is no longer your choice. FINAL CHORUS No returns, no exchanges, I won't shrink to fit your changes. You can't try me on for size, Then blame the seams for all your lies. No returns, the sign is clear, I don't reopen just because you're here. You had your turn, you let it go — I'm not the one who comes and goes. FINAL POST-CHORUS No-no-no returns! No-no-no returns! No second chance, No lesson learned! No-no-no returns! No-no-no returns! You had your chance — Now watch me burn! OUTRO.