Get ready for a rollercoaster of modern romance where "no strings attached" quickly turns into tangled feelings and misplaced bras. Chappell Roan's lyrics dive deep into the messy middle ground between casual hookups and full-blown relationships. Our protagonist is knee-deep in confusion as she navigates mixed signals, steamy car escapades, and awkward family dinners. Despite her best efforts to play it cool, she's caught in an emotional tug-of-war—wondering if it's really just casual when her heart (and favorite bra) are already invested. Spoiler alert: pretending to be chill while harboring secret hopes for something more is a recipe for disaster. #CasualComplications #ModernLoveMess #NoStringsAttached
Casual
Lyrics
My friends call me a loser
'Cause I'm still hanging around
I've heard so many rumors
That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch
I thought you thought of me better
Someone you couldn't lose
You said, "We're not together"
So now when we kiss, I have anger issues
You said, "Baby, no attachment"
But we're
Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out
Is it casual now?
Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
Is it casual now?
I know what you tell your friends
It's casual, if it's casual now
Then, baby, get me off again
If it's casual, it's casual now
Dumb love, I love being stupid
Dream of us in a year
Maybe we'd have an apartment
And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier
I know, "Baby, no attachment"
But we're
Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out
Is it casual now?
Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
Is it casual now?
I know what you tell your friends
It's casual, if it's casual now
Then, baby, get me off again
If it's casual
It's hard being casual
When my favorite bra lives in your dresser
And it's hard being casual
When I'm on the phone talking down your sister
And I try to be the chill girl
That holds her tongue and gives you space
I try to be the chill girl
But honestly, I'm not
Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out
Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house
I know what you tell your friends
Baby, get me off again
I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner
Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter
Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it
I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't
I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself
Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell
Writer(s): Chappell Roan, Dan Nigro, Morgan St. Jean
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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