Valentine’s Day Is Dead (Flatline Remix)”

Valentine’s Day Is Dead (Flatline Remix)” Intro (spoken, manic): Yeah… Put the roses down. Step away from the candy hearts. This holiday’s got no pulse. Verse 1 (fast, aggressive): Valentine’s Day—dead on arrival, toe tag attached Cupid called out sick, left his arrows in the trash Chocolate melts faster than the trust that you had Card says “always,” that’s a lie printed in mass Whole day feel staged like a sitcom laugh Flowers die quicker than the texts you never sent back Love costs extra, add tax, add guilt Red balloons hide the fact your heart cracked, split I’m bitter? Yeah, seasoned—salt in the wound Watched “forever” turn into “who even are you?” Reservations for two, now it’s me and a plate Talkin’ to my phone like, “Nah, I’m good, I’m straight” Instagram couples like a punch in the jaw Filters so heavy even trust looks soft If love needs proof every February 14th Then it’s CPR on a corpse, let it sleep Hook (shouted): Valentine’s Day is dead—flatline it Heart-shaped lies, don’t buy it If you only love loud once a year You were quiet the rest, don’t deny it Valentine’s Day is dead—chalk outline Roses on a grave, stop tryin’ If it takes a holiday to show you care It was never really there—stop lyin’ Verse 2 (sad, bitter, venom): You said “we’re solid,” but the ground felt thin Like every promise had a crack built in I gave time, you gave “we’ll see” Turns out love don’t age well when it’s half empty Now I’m scrollin’ through memories I shouldn’t miss Laughin’ at the lies I used to call “this is it” Funny how silence gets louder each day Guess heartbreak don’t need a special date Bears with stitched hearts, yeah, that tracks Same way you fixed things—cover damage with fabric You said I was “too much,” now I’m not enough Funny how distance makes excuses grow up Bridge (mocking, Slim humor): Aww, look—another couple post Caption says “us,” comments say “goals” Fast-forward six months, same breakup quotes Same sad songs, different notes Verse 3 (DOUBLE-TIME MELTDOWN): Look— Love shouldn’t need a countdown, promo code, or demand Or a diamond the size of your inability to understand I gave patience, you gave deadlines, pressure, and plans Now you mad ‘cause I don’t celebrate scams I don’t need fake hearts, pink ink, or poems I needed honesty when we were alone Now it’s “you changed,” nah—you just noticed When I stopped patchin’ the cracks you ignored and coasted Valentine’s Day parade of pretend Where affection expires at midnight again If love’s real, it don’t clock in and out It don’t need roses to prove what it’s about So bury the holiday, shovel the hype Put the cards in the ground, read “Here Lies” Love ain’t dead—but this version’s gone Flatlined from being forced too long Hook (final, aggressive): Valentine’s Day is dead—flatline it Heart-shaped lies, don’t buy it If you only love loud once a year You were quiet the rest—don’t deny it Valentine’s Day is dead—no revival No chocolates, no titles If it needs February to feel alive It already died—don’t idolize it Outro (cold, calm): Love’s not dead. Just tired of being rented. February 14th? Yeah… it didn’t make it.