“options” by Sasha Keable follows a narrator who, after a split, reaches out to an ex for breakup sex while insisting she has plenty of other romantic prospects. She opens defensively, claiming she meant no harm and is not messy, but her voice softens as she admits to feeling homesick for a home that never truly existed, a striking way of describing attachment to a relationship that was never stable. Speeding toward the ex in Miami, she asks him not to judge her for what she once said. The repeated idea of having options becomes a protective claim, a way to guard against the vulnerability of missing someone. Her bravado masks a deeper reluctance to let go.
options Lyrics by Sasha Keable
Trust me, I never meant no harm
I’m not that messy
Tried to protect your heart, I’m not a monster
All the bad things that you like to write about me
Just ain’t true
And you know, my reputation always proceeds me, ha
‘Cause even though all of my exes hate my ass
They’d say you were dead wrong if you were to ask (Ooh)
How you got me out here feelin’ like I’m homesick?
When our home never existed
Somehow I kind of still miss it, oh-ah
Now I’m in Miami feenin’ for you body
Already tried to go to Tootsies
Now I’m speeding down the highway (Calling)
Calling you so we can have some breakup sex
Don’t do it if this shit gon’ make you upset
‘Cause I’ve already planned who I’m gon’ shout next
Options, I got options, ooh
Calling you so we can have some breakup sex
Don’t look at me crazy when I’m in your bed
Ain’t gotta remind me of what I said
Options, I got options, ooh
Miss me (Miss me, baby)
Your arms are trembling and your voice is shakey (Ooh)
I knew that this would happen if I pulled up (Pulled up, ooh)
How am I supposed to move on if I can’t leave?
Maybe, I won’t, but someone else is waiting for me at home (Ain’t it funny, yeah?)
‘Cause when I started making space for your problems (Mmm)
All of mine always crept back in (Back in)
How you got me out here feelin’ like I’m homesick?
When our home never existed
Somehow I kind of still miss it, oh-ah
Now I’m in Miami feenin’ for you body
Already tried to go to Tootsies
Now I’m speeding down the highway (Calling)
Calling you so we can have some breakup sex
Don’t do it if this shit gon’ make you upset
‘Cause I’ve already planned who I’m gon’ shout next
Options, I got options, ooh
Calling you so we can have some breakup sex
Don’t look at me crazy when I’m in your bed
Ain’t gotta remind me of what I’ve said
Options, I got options, ooh
I got options
I got options, ooh
I got options, ooh
Oh, I got options, ooh-ah
Oh, uh, oh, woah
Oh-ah, woah, yeah, yeah
