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"You Were the Intermission" Style: F# major, 118 BPM, Dancehall-infused Cabaret, swaggering and theatrical with a razor-sharp wit, female vocal — bold, chest-voice, slightly husky, close-mic intimate delivery with occasional wry spoken Lyrics: Ladies and gentlemen, he left on a Tuesday He packed his ego in a Louis Vuitton bag Left a note that said 'You'll miss me' — darling, please I redecorated by Wednesday, changed the tag Now the closet breathes like it's finally at ease I don't miss you, I miss the storage space ##Miss the storage space## Put a chaise longue right where you used to pace Honey, bless your face You thought you were the show — you were the intermission ##The intermission## I am the headline, baby, by my own commission You called yourself a king without a single crown I called myself a cab and didn't look behind The orchids on the sill have not once wilted down Funny how the plants thrive when you're not undermined Oh, I lit a candle for your confidence Watched it