You step back in, grab a cold beer,

You step back in, grab a cold beer, She’s on your phone like you ain’t here. Locks it fast when you hit the floor, You say, “Don’t you trust me anymore?” She says she’s chill, “I’m not that type,” Still something in her face ain’t right. You ask, “Then what’s on your mind?” She says, “It’s nothing — just drop it this time.” But silence settles, thick and tight, So you say sorry just to make it right. ⸻ If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, calm and sweet, Girl next door — but cold beneath. ⸻ Asks who liked your photo first, Scrolling deep like she’s been cursed. Says it’s nothing, just a thought, Still standing there tight and taut. Says you’re reading into signs, While she’s deleting half her lines. Laughs a little too long at jokes, Says, “Relax, they’re just blokes.” ⸻ If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, calm and sweet, Girl next door — but cold beneath. ⸻ Says, “Go out, I trust you, babe,” Smile so sweet it feels well played. You get there and your phone lights bright, “Just checking in” before midnight. Then another — “Send a snap.” Feels routine, but there’s a trap. Says, “Who’s that girl in the back?” “I bet you wanted her to chat.” Nothing big, no words too tight, “Don’t like you out this late at night.” ⸻ (New Chorus Inserted Here) If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, calm and sweet, Girl next door — but cold beneath. ⸻ Says she hates when it circles back, Still edits stories in every chat. Never loud, no big display, Still gets her way by end of day. Posts a pic with “no filter glow,” Knows exactly who’ll say hello. Says it’s nothing, don’t make it deep, While she screenshots what she’ll keep. Drops a line like it’s a joke, Fishing wide for certain blokes. Late-night caption, subtle clue, Just enough to stir a few. Leaves a trail you’re meant to see, Checks if you react or leave. But you don’t bite, you don’t engage, You’re stepping off that twisting stage. ⸻ If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, calm and sweet, Girl next door — but cold beneath. ⸻ All those times she checked your side, Turns out she had more to hide. Every doubt she threw your way, Was just smoke from her own play. Every “Who’s that?” every stare, Was guilt already sitting there. All that heat she aimed at you, Came from things she knew were true. ⸻ Now we’ve both found people new, Different roads, different truths. No late-night tests, no subtle wars, No walking back through slammed doors. No twisted words, no hidden ache, Just love that don’t bend or fake. Turns out peace feels better than Winning games you never planned. ⸻ If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, calm and sweet, Girl next door — but cold beneath. ⸻ Sweet as sugar… But snakey. Girl next door… But snakey. Smiles real soft… But snakey. Trust your gut… Don’t wait. Sweet as sugar — But beware… she’s snakey.