Cheesecake, you are my heartache

[Intro]
Yeah…
Two forks, one plate, that was our thing.
Now the fridge light’s on
And the phone don’t ring.

[Verse 1]
Met you downtown at a quarter to eight,
You were running on charm, I was running late.
Little corner booth with the candlelight glow,
You stole my first bite—should’ve known you’d go.

We were graham-cracker solid, or so I believed,
Till the cracks in the middle started showing their seams.
You said, “Let’s split dessert,” with your hand in mine,
Now I’m splitting up the memories one slice at a time.

Got your number in my phone under “Do Not Dial,”
But the bakery clerk still remembers your smile.
Asks, “Where’s your other half?” Man, what can I say?
“Put the whole thing in a box. I’m alone today.”

[Chorus]
Cheesecake, you are my heartache,
Sweet little trouble on a porcelain plate.
One more bite, then I swear I’m straight—
But I keep coming back like you might stay.

Cheesecake, you are my heartache,
Cold in the middle, but you look so great.
Love left crumbs that I can’t shake—
Cheesecake, you are my heartache.

[Verse 2]
Now it’s twelve-oh-three, got a fork in my fist,
Reading old “come over” texts like a greatest-hits list.
Sweatpants season, got the blinds pulled tight,
Told my friends, “Doing good.” That was technically right—

’Cause the crust still crunch and the filling still smooth,
And the bass from upstairs got me nodding to the groove.
Then our song hits shuffle, I reach for repeat,
Like the hook’s got a version where you don’t leave.

I could blame your timing, I could blame my pride,
Could’ve asked what was wrong when you went all quiet.
Instead, I bought dinner, made a joke, changed lanes—
Funny how a sweet tooth couldn’t sweet-talk pain.

[Chorus]
Cheesecake, you are my heartache,
Sweet little trouble on a porcelain plate.
One more bite, then I swear I’m straight—
But I keep coming back like you might stay.

Cheesecake, you are my heartache,
Cold in the middle, but you look so great.
Love left crumbs that I can’t shake—
Cheesecake, you are my heartache.

[Bridge — half-time]
Put the fork down. Let the room breathe.
You ain’t walking through the door just to miss me.
Put a record on we never got around to.
There’s a whole lot of music without you.

[Verse 3]
Saturday sun, took a walk down the block,
Same little bakery, same bell on the shop.
Clerk said, “The usual?” I said, “Not quite—
Make it two different slices. Got a friend outside.”

We ate on the curb, talked rent, talked ball,
Dropped a chunk on my shoe, didn’t care at all.
For a minute, your name didn’t enter my head;
I was busy laughing at what somebody said.

Still got days when the missing comes back,
But I don’t build a home in the middle of that.
And the next time I order, it won’t be for our sake—
Sometimes a slice is just a slice of cheesecake.

[Final Chorus]
Cheesecake, you were my heartache,
Sweet little trouble on a porcelain plate.
One more bite, let the old song play—
I can love what we had without asking you to stay.

Cheesecake, you were my heartache,
Now I leave with a smile and a box marked “takeaway.”
Brush those crumbs off, got moves to make—
You broke my heart, not my love for cheesecake.

[Outro]
Yeah.
Keep the recipe.
Lose the regrets.
…And don’t forget the fork.