If We Ever Broke Up

Song meaning of If We Ever Broke Up by Mae Stephens, and what it is about

The song is about Mae Stephens' plans in the event that she and her lover broke up. She would not be sad or resentful; rather, she would be unaffected, even joyful. She would even contact his father and tell him all the horrible things he had said, not missing him or their memories.

The song sounds like Dua Lipa and is influenced by Kate Nash and Lily Allen.

If We Ever Broke Up lyrics by Mae Stephens

If you keep wondering if somebody understands

Darling, I don't understand you

If you stay awake at night waiting for somebody right

Baby, oh, your karma is due

Like, I would never hate you

But only if you want to

So much time, like who knew? (Like who knew?)

Music we got into

Songs we fell in love to

Boy, this feels so wrong too

(Ah, ah, ah)

If we ever broke up, I'd never be sad

Thinking 'bout-a everything-a that we had

If we ever broke up

If we ever broke up, I'd call your dad

And tell him all the shittiest of things you said

If we ever broke up

Boy, don't get emotional

'Cause it's not personal

It's just the way, just the way it goes

If we ever broke up, I'd never be sad

Thinking 'bout-a everything-a that we had

If we ever broke up

(Ha-ah, ha-ah)

You're living in Wonderland if you think I'll understand

All the shit you put me through

If girls in white dresses and big winter weddings

Is something you want to be true (Yeah)

Then pack up your drama, this selfish dilemma

Is something this shit can't undo

Like, I would never hate you

But only if you want to

So much time like, who knew? Whoa

If we ever broke up, I'd never be sad

Thinking 'bout-a everything-a that we had

If we ever broke up

If we ever broke up, I'd call your dad

And tell him all the shittiest of things you said

If we ever broke up

Boy, don't get emotional

'Cause it's not personal

It's just the way, just the way it goes

If we ever broke up, I'd never be sad

Thinking 'bout-a everything-a that we had

If we ever broke up