Name: Emotional Tag Is Not a Sport I Play Anymore by sara harp and hgw
Duration: 3 min 30 s
Description: A tongue-in-cheek anthem for the emotionally exhausted. Part playground rhyme, part grown-up declaration of boundaries, this track calls out the ghosters, gaslighters, and guilt-passers with wit, rhythm, and a raised eyebrow. Perfect for anyone who's ever said, “I’m not playing this game anymore.”

A tongue-in-cheek anthem for the emotionally exhausted. Part playground rhyme, part grown-up declaration of boundaries, this track calls out the ghosters, gaslighters, and guilt-passers with wit, rhythm, and a raised eyebrow. Perfect for anyone who's ever said, “I’m not playing this game anymore.”

Emotional Tag Is Not a Sport I Play Anymore

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The Table's Still Set

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Warning: May cause spontaneous clapping, squirrel stomping, and doorbell impressions.

Emotional Tag Is Not a Sport I Play Anymore

sara harp and hgw

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