You Loved Cannoli More Then Me

"You Loved Cannoli More Than Me" is Giuseppe’s estranged wife’s musical mic drop—the bitter, buttery, country-goth revenge anthem no one saw coming, except maybe the huskies. Equal parts heartbreak, pastry slander, and stream-related psychological warfare, this song drips with sarcasm, sadness, and residual powdered sugar.

The opening lines set the stage: she once stood in the soft glow of kitchen intimacy… now she's just stepping over husky pee and watching her husband mutter sweet nothings to his webcam. The emotional center of the song? That he didn't cheat with another woman—he cheated with dessert. Dozens of them. Night after night. Tray after tray. Cream-filled betrayal in every bite.

Each verse unpacks layers of domestic decay like a forensic love autopsy. He ignored her pleas. He sided with chat users named things like “TroggLad420.” He replaced pillow talk with conspiracy theories about moderators. And she—once the woman of his dreams—was left to sweep up pastry flakes and broken promises.

The chorus is a weapon:

"You loved cannoli more than me / More than trust or sanity…”
It’s brutal, catchy, and somehow both sad and hilarious—like watching someone cry during a food fight. By the bridge, the tone shifts from angry to intimate, as she recalls watching Giuseppe disappear bite by bite, her heartbreak punctuated by his final words:
“Babe… the filling’s pink.”

It’s absurd. It’s tragic. It’s a devastating breakup letter to an Italian dessert—and yet, it’s also one of the most honest things ever written about loving someone who’d rather stream at 3AM with strangers named “Chad” than look you in the eye.

The final chorus hits like a slap with a cold cannoli—firm, final, and covered in powdered regret. It’s not just a song—it’s closure in 6/8 time.