Casual
Chappell Roan Lyrics

My friends call me a loser
My peers view me unfavorably for my current circumstances.

'Cause I'm still hanging around
Because I'm still lingering in a situation that seems unfulfilling.

I've heard so many rumors
I've been subjected to various unkind whispers and gossip.

That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch
That I am perceived merely as someone for casual physical encounters.

I thought you thought of me better
I assumed you held a higher regard for me than this depiction.

Someone you couldn't lose
Someone who would be significant enough to keep in your life.

You said, 'We're not together'
You clarified that our relationship lacks commitment.

So now when we kiss, I have anger issues
Now, our intimate moments are charged with frustration and resentment.

You said, 'Baby, no attachment'
You insisted that our connection should remain non-emotional.

But we're
Yet, our behavior suggests otherwise.

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out
In a compromising situation, engaging physically while in the car.

Is it casual now?
Is this still considered just a casual interaction?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
In a short time, your family has already included me in their lives.

Is it casual now?
Does this newfound closeness still align with our supposed casual arrangement?

I know what you tell your friends
I am aware of the narrative you share about us.

It's casual, if it's casual now
You maintain that our relationship is light-hearted and devoid of commitment.

Then, baby, get me off again
If this is merely casual, I still desire physical intimacy.

If it's casual, it's casual now
I’m trying to accept this dynamic as it is happening now.

Dumb love, I love being stupid
Despite the foolishness, I find comfort in this naïve affection.

Dream of us in a year
I can envision a future where we might evolve together.

Maybe we'd have an apartment
Perhaps we could share a space, indicating deeper commitment.

And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier
You would be proud to introduce me to your social circle publicly.

I know, 'Baby, no attachment'
I remember your insistence on keeping our feelings separate.

But we're
Yet our reality paints a different picture.

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out
Once again, finding ourselves in a physically intimate scenario.

Is it casual now?
Is this episode still categorized as a casual encounter?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
Our rapid closeness is highlighted by familial interactions.

Is it casual now?
Does this connection still fit the definition of casual?

I know what you tell your friends
I’m aware of the story you present to others about our relationship.

Baby, get me off again
Regardless of the definition, physical intimacy is still craved.

If it's casual
If our arrangement remains informal...

It's hard being casual
Maintaining a noncommittal attitude is challenging.

When my favorite bra lives in your dresser
My personal belonging reveals a deeper level of intimacy shared.

And it's hard being casual
The effort to remain detached continues to weigh heavily on me.

When I'm on the phone talking down your sister
Engaging closely with your family complicates our supposed casualness.

And I try to be the chill girl
I make an effort to be laid-back and easygoing in this situation.

That holds her tongue and gives you space
I attempt to remain silent and allow you your independence.

I try to be the chill girl
I continually strive to embody a relaxed demeanor.

But honestly, I'm not
The truth is, I struggle to maintain this façade of nonchalance.

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out
Again, we find ourselves in a physically intimate place.

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house
Our intimacy has progressed swiftly, marked by familial comfort.

I know what you tell your friends
I'm conscious of the narrative you recount to your friends.

Baby, get me off again
Once more, I'm asking for physical closeness, despite the labels.

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner
We've crossed boundaries into private and impulsive moments.

Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter
Your family presence raises complexity, contributing to my frustration.

Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it
You boast about our encounters as if they define our relationship.

I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't
I feel compelled to express that what you're boasting isn't the full story.

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself
Regret fills me for allowing this situation to continue without resolution.

Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell
My frustration has culminated into anger directed toward you.