Before You Call Me the Problem

[Verse 1]
Ain't it funny how the story always seems to bend,
Every time depending who the victim's gonna be in the end,
One day I'm the reason, next day I'm the villain in her play,
Strip back the curtain, greasepaint smearing — same damn day,
Calling me narcissistic, calling me a gaslighting liar,
While she's the one out here lighting every match to the fire,
Standards for me stacked up higher than a two-story flight,