Friday Night Pending
Track 2 of Third Choice
[ Lyrics ]
Pending, pending — heart on read again. + soft clap → groove) Text at 7:03 — 'play it by ear,' you say, like that’s not code for 'I need a Plan A.' I was halfway through zipping up my heels, watching my Uber cancel in real-time feels. My best friend’s at that rooftop bar downtown, posted dancing, laughing — no invite, no crown. I scroll her feed, then yours: seen at 7:05, but no reply, just the silence you chose. Told myself you’re swamped, told myself you’re drained, maybe your sister called, maybe you’re rearranging. But the light in my room still matches my dress, and I’m sitting here hoping for less. Pending, pending — heart on read again, third in your queue, love, not even. 'Play it by ear' — well, I hear the truth loud: you only reach when you’re running out. Pending, pending — I know what it means: I’m the maybe you text between dreams. Changed into sweats, lit the candle low, but the vibe’s already dead, baby, you should know. My playlist’s too hype, so I switched to slow jazz, like my hope had a curfew and caved in the back. You said 'we’ll connect' — not 'I’ll call,' not 'I’m free,' just that slippery phrase that means nothing to me. But I still check the door like you might pull up soon, like your 'we’ll see' could turn into moonlight and tunes. Told myself you’re tired, told myself you’re caught, but I’m the one trapped in the slot you forgot. My phone’s on silent, but I feel every ping — even the ones that don’t come from you, sting. Pending, pending — heart on read again, third in your queue, love, not even. 'Play it by ear' — well, I hear the truth loud: you only reach when you’re running out. Pending, pending — I know what it means: I’m the maybe you text between dreams. One day I won’t wait like this — won’t match my mood to your text’s kiss. One day my Friday’s booked with pride, no more space saved for your backslide. Pending, pending — heart on read again, but this time I’m done feeding the chain. 'Play it by ear' — well, I’m turning mine off, no more standing by when your efforts are lost. Pending, pending — I’m changing the scene: I’m the IRL girl who’s finally choosing me. Pending… + final snap fade)