Girl Dinner (For One)

[ Lyrics ]

Girl dinner, girl winner.

Takeout on the tile, blanket round my knees,
screen glow on my face, no need to please.
Used to eat in silence while you texted 'workin’ late',
now it’s just me, my fries, and episodes I wait.
No small talk, no 'how was your day?',
just the hum of the fridge and the weight of okay.
I cancel plans without the panic call,
peace got a flavor—tastes like General Tso and all.

I don’t miss the company, I miss the myth,
that I needed saving from my own perfect drift.
So I toast to the table set for one,
because I’m done being my own second.

Girl dinner, girl winner—solo but I’m centered.
On my own, I’m served better.
Girl dinner, no pretender,
I show up for me, that’s the agenda.

Phone on DND, I leave it on the shelf,
if you cared, you’d know this is my time for myself.
I scroll through my stories, no one to perform,
socks mismatched, heart intact, fully transformed.
Candles for the vibe, not to dim the room,
I eat every bite like it’s part of the commune
of one—full devotion, zero regret,
the best love I’ve had? I haven’t met it yet.

I don’t need a date, I need this view—
me, unedited, with the moon and takeout glue.
So I rate my night five stars for showing up alone,
my company’s consistent, and it’s finally home.

Girl dinner, girl winner—solo but I’m centered.
On my own, I’m served better.
Girl dinner, no pretender,
I show up for me, that’s the agenda.

This is not loneliness, this is fullness delayed.
No more half-a-seat at the table they made.
I seat myself first, with grace and space,
my love’s not for bargaining, it’s for embracing.

Girl dinner, girl winner—solo but I’m centered.
On my own, I’m served better.
Girl dinner, no pretender,
I show up for me, that’s the agenda.
Girl dinner… girl winner… 

Yeah… I’m the main course and the dessert.