Shordie Shordie - | Leave

She didn't answer, just checked her reflection. In his mind, he was already back in the trap, back to the grind that didn't require these kinds of explanations.

"You're the best at this," he muttered, his voice raspy. He meant the way she could walk in and make him forget the stress of the streets, but he also meant the way she could walk out just as easily. Shordie Shordie - Leave

"When you leave," he said, standing up to watch her go, "leave it all here. Don't try to take what’s mine." He wasn't talking about clothes or jewelry; he was talking about the piece of him she’d managed to keep. She didn't answer, just checked her reflection

She was already reaching for her bag. He could see she was thinking about someone else, or maybe just thinking about getting away from him. "Don't say I'm better than him," he warned, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the rumors. "Don't act like you never met me when you get back to whatever life you're living." He meant the way she could walk in

She stepped out into the night, and as the door clicked shut, the silence felt heavier than the music ever did. He sat back down, watching the time go by on his phone, knowing that as soon as she turned the corner, she’d probably be texting someone else, just like always. Shordie Shordie - Leave (Official Music Video)

The neon light above the hallway flickered, casting long, nervous shadows against the peeling wallpaper of the apartment. Inside, the air smelled like expensive perfume and lingering smoke. Shordie sat on the edge of the bed, watching her—the girl who knew his world but didn't always want to be part of it.