Valentine’s Day Is Dead (Flatline Remix)”

Valentine’s Day Is Dead (Flatline Remix)” Intro (manic, sarcastic): Yeah… Put the roses down, asshole. Back away from the candy aisle. This holiday’s clinically brain-dead. Verse 1 (fast, vicious): Valentine’s Day—DOA, toe tag zipped Cupid took a sick day, left his bow in a ditch Chocolate melts quicker than your trust ever did Card says “forever,” that’s a mass-produced fib Whole shit staged like a laugh track sitcom Love on a schedule? Yeah, kiss my ass, move on Flowers die faster than the texts you ain’t sent Red balloons floatin’ over emotional rent I’m bitter? Nah, I’m marinated in truth Watched “till death” turn to “who the fuck are you?” Reservation for two, now it’s me and regret Talkin’ to Siri like, “Nah, cancel that shit” Instagram couples make my molars clench Filters so thick even honesty bends If love needs proof every Feb fourteenth That’s CPR on a corpse—let the bitch sleep Hook (shouted): Valentine’s Day is dead—flatline it Heart-shaped bullshit, don’t buy it If you only love loud once a year You were mute the rest—don’t deny it Valentine’s Day is dead—chalk outline Roses on a grave, stop tryin’ If a calendar forces you to pretend you care It was never really there—quit lyin’ Verse 2 (sad, bitter, venom): You said “we’re solid,” but the floor felt fake Every promise had a fracture it couldn’t escape I gave time, you gave “maybe” and “we’ll see” Turns out love rots fast when it’s half empty Scrollin’ old pics like I shouldn’t exist Laughin’ at the bullshit I labeled as “this” Funny how silence gets louder with age Guess heartbreak don’t give a fuck what day it is, ayy Teddy bears stitched like emotional crimes Same way you fixed shit—cover wounds with a line Said I was “too much,” now I’m “not enough” Crazy how distance makes excuses grow the fuck up Bridge (mocking, Slim humor): Aww, look—another couple post Caption says “us,” comments say “goals” Fast-forward months, same sad-ass quotes Same breakup song, different hopeless note Verse 3 (DOUBLE-TIME MELTDOWN): Listen— Love shouldn’t need a countdown, promo code, or ring Or a diamond big enough to compensate your insecurity I gave patience, you gave pressure and plans Now you mad ‘cause I don’t celebrate scams I don’t need pink cards, fake hearts, or poems I needed honesty when we were fuckin’ alone Now it’s “you changed,” nah—you just noticed When I stopped duct-tapin’ cracks you ignored and coasted Valentine’s Day circus of scripted affection Where love clocks out right after midnight, connection? If it’s real, it don’t punch in or pose It don’t need roses to prove what it knows So bury the holiday, shovel the hype Put the cards in the dirt, read “Here Lies” Love ain’t dead—but this version’s done Flatlined from being rented like a fucking coupon Hook (final, aggressive): Valentine’s Day is dead—flatline it Heart-shaped bullshit, don’t buy it If you only love loud once a year You were silent the rest—don’t deny it Valentine’s Day is dead—no revival No chocolates, no titles If it needs February just to feel alive It already died—don’t idolize it Outro (cold, dismissive): Love’s not dead. It’s just sick of being leased. February 14th? Yeah… chalk it.