Plan C Pretty
Track 4 of Third Choice
[ Lyrics ]
Pretty enough for Plan C — arm candy when A’s busy. You saved me for group shots when the lineup fell apart, slid in my name like a temp role in your heart. One text, no context — 'you free tonight?' — while I know your first two said 'nah,' not 'maybe,' not 'alright.' Wore the red dress you liked, the one that hugs my waist, the kind of look you post when you’re trying to erase the fact you showed up solo — *then* you called my name. I smiled for the flash, played my part — not the flame. You don’t plan, you replace, don’t miss me, you trade. And I dressed up for your exit clause — ain’t that a pretty shade? Pretty enough for Plan C — arm candy when A’s busy. Smile in the background, stay quiet, stay pretty. I’m not your ride-or-die, I’m your light-always-on Plan C pretty — yeah, your favorite fallback. Saw you at brunch last Sunday — girl on your left was new, matching rings, matching sweaters, the whole 'us' point of view. I waved from across the street, you looked right through my face, then tagged me in the story — *me*, mid-laugh, out of place. Like I’m the proof you’re fun, even when love’s on lock, even when you’re taken — I’m the appetizer, not the stock. You keep me polished, on deck, when your calendar clears, I'm the 'oh, and also' — wrapped in vintage earrings. Not your emergency, just your accessory, I’m the soft glow in your gallery. You don’t love me — you just don’t erase me. Pretty enough for Plan C — arm candy when A’s busy. Smile in the background, stay quiet, stay pretty. I’m not your ride-or-die, I’m your light-always-on Plan C pretty — yeah, your favorite fallback. I wasn’t hidden — I was *styled*. Not secret — just filed. Your emotional spare tire, spun to look divine. And yeah, I played it cool, let you use my shine to prove you’re free. But this face, this grace — it ain’t for *you* to keep on standby. Pretty enough for Plan C — but I’m booking my own A-list now. Smile for myself, shine for my health, no more background vows. I’m not your light-always-on — I’m the main event shutting down. Plan C pretty — but I’m *first* in my own life now. Yeah… Plan C pretty.