You show up with that grin, thinking charm replaces honesty, hand on my hip before you even shut the door, Talking big about consent, dropping buzzwords you scraped from a thread while your eyes stare at the floor, You say you are chill, you say you respect lines, then your hands wander where my words never sent them, Laugh when I tense up, call it cute, call it shy, like I’m a straight edge and your job is to bend them.
You tell stories about exes who were crazy, boundaries that killed the mood, how you hate people who overthink, Meanwhile your fingers trace routes they have no right to travel, and every nerve in my spine starts to shrink, You call yourself a dom under your breath like that grants you a license to ignore the set of my jaw, You treat my “no” as foreplay, my silence as kink, and somehow still talk about ethics like it’s law.
Let me teach you something your podcasts never covered, a rule that matters more than any trick in bed, If I say stop, that is not your cue for romance, that is not a challenge, that is the wall between me and you, get it through your head, This is not a workshop, this is my body, and you are one sentence away from leaving instead.
My safe word is “get the fuck out,” not some cute little phrase that keeps the scene hot and sweet, Once those four words land, this night is over, your shoes go on, your ego joins you in the street, I am not here to educate you on basics you should have learned before you touched skin, My safe word is “get the fuck out,” and if you hear it, walk through that doorway and never come back in.
You roll your eyes when I slow your hands, say “relax, I am not like those creeps, I know what I am doing, just trust .. me,” You say you need to feel free, hate rules, hate labels, hate how everyone talks about trauma and fucked up stuff, I hear that and see a giant red sign that reads “walks away when called out, blames everyone else for the mess,” So when you push past my “no” and laugh it off, my patience packs its bags and I care less.
I like rough, I like wild, I like teeth on my neck and nails on my back from someone who hears every word, I like filthy talk from a mouth that listened, not from a walking script that never learned, If you can’t tell the difference, then frankly, what you think you know is just absurd.
My safe word is “get the fuck out,” not some cute little phrase that keeps the scene hot and sweet, Once those four words land, this night is over, your shoes go on, your ego joins you in the street, I am not here to educate you on basics you should have learned before you touched skin, My safe word is “get the fuck out,” and if you hear it, walk through that doorway and never come back in.
One day you might meet someone who hands you a list, who lays out rules, who teaches with patience and care, Maybe that person feels safe guiding you step by step, holding your hand while you learn how to share, That is not my job tonight in this room with my heart already worn thin from old smoke hanging in the air, My only job is keeping this body safe, this mind intact, this space clean of you….
Break
La la la, you thought rough meant ignore, you thought kink meant free pass on harm, Dum dum dum, here comes the line, here comes the exit alarm, When I say “get the fuck out,” that is not a joke, that is the end, fuck your charm
Final Chorus
My safe word is “get the fuck out,” engraved on the welcome mat under all the flirting and the heat, Hidden in each warning I gave when you brushed past boundaries like they were optional, like they made the night complete, You want access to my body, learn the language of my no, my maybe, my yes, my I want more, My safe word is “get the fuck out,” and if you ever hear it, let that sentence follow you out the door
I am not sentimental about shutting doors on hands that never learned how to stop, My safe word is “get the fuck out,” and that line sits ready every time you forget who’s on top.
My safe word is “get the fuck out,” engraved on the welcome mat under all the flirting and the heat, Hidden in each warning I gave when you brushed past boundaries like they were optional, like they made the night complete, You want access to my body, learn the language of my no, my maybe, my yes, my I want more, My safe word is “get the fuck out,” and if you ever hear it, let that sentence follow you out the door