Roster

[ Lyrics ]

Soho Sushi, Range Rover, and Therapy Call —
my schedule’s full by a quarter past eight.

Opened up the Notes, tapped a new line,
names in bold, no last names — that’s by design.
Section One: ‘Morning Mood Booster’ —
meme at 7:03, says ‘thought of you, loser.’
I screenshot, add a heart, send it back slow,
he thinks it means something — nah, it just keeps the show.
Section Two: ‘Flight Risk, But Literally’ —
bought me Tokyo last week, just because he felt guilty.
Didn’t ask for a thing, just sighed in the DM,
now I’m sipping matcha where your ghost can’t follow me.
Crossed out ‘Emotional Support Sweater’ —
he cried when I left, but never said the letter.

I don’t want love, I want utility,
men like features, not the whole app for me.
Each one’s a function, a slot on the screen,
I’m not heartless — I’m just highly curated and clean.

It’s not a roster, no — it’s a playlist, baby,
each one’s a vibe, not a last name, maybe.
You can’t delete me — I’m favorited now,
swipe up, see the roles, watch the whole thing allow.

Section Three: ‘Therapy Call ’ —
voice like a warm bath, listens to my rant as a dance.
He says, ‘You’re not broken, just recalibrating,’
adds a ‘p.s. you’re gorgeous’ — keeps the ego inflating.
I block him Sundays — need silence to heal,
can’t have attachment creepin’ in the back of the reel.
Section Four: ‘Access Only’ —
card on file, door code, zero talk on the pillow.
He’s the quiet luxury, likes when I’m gone,
we’re not a couple — we’re a limited-run.
Just added ‘New Contender’ with a star and a note:
‘Saw him at Frieze, made eye contact — promote.’

I don’t want love, I want reliability,
men like backups, not the main memory.
Each one’s a buffer, a pause in the storm,
I’m not cold — I’m just prioritizing form.

It’s not a roster, no — it’s a playlist, baby,
each one’s a vibe, not a last name, maybe.
You can’t delete me — I’m favorited now,
swipe up, see the roles, watch the whole thing allow.

Yeah, I’m the curator, the editor, the archive,
love was a draft — I hit ‘publish’ on my quiet.
You taught me the cost of being too soft,
now I’m the boss of the men I forgot.

It’s not a roster, no — it’s a playlist, baby,
each one’s a vibe, not a last name, maybe.
You can’t delete me — I’m favorited now,
swipe up, see the roles, watch the whole thing allow.

Updated at 8:17 p.m.
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