Waitlist

[ Lyrics ]

Full face, no plans — just your maybe.

Mascara sealed, lips stained red,
sat in the glow while the city sped.
Texted my girls, said I might come through —
if he texts back, if he wants to.
Got dressed like I matter, heels on the tile,
watching my phone for that familiar dial.
He likes when I’m ready, but never on time —
just close enough to keep me on the line.

Third glass of water, checked my reflection again,
looked good enough to cancel the pain.
But he likes me eager, likes me free,
keeps me on deck, just not in the game.

I’m on the waitlist — yeah, I’m on the list,
name in the notes with a soft dismissal.
I’m on the waitlist — dressed for yes,
but you only love me if it’s last-minute, low-effort, less.

Saw your story up: you’re out with the crew,
no invite, no heads-up — just smoke and blue.
I stayed in this dress like I still had a shot,
even though I knew I was not.
Scrolled DoorDash, picked a salad for two,
just so the box says what I thought —
'You might come by,' like that ever sticks.
I should’ve known I’m just in backup mode, full flicks.

Fourth song on shuffle, still got my heels on,
phone on vibrate, heart on warn.
You like me pretty, but not your pick —
someone to text when the plans go thick.

I’m on the waitlist — yeah, I’m on the list,
name in the notes with a soft dismissal.
I’m on the waitlist — dressed for yes,
but you only love me if it’s last-minute, low-effort, less.

I painted my nails in colors you like,
held my breath every time you typed twice.
I wore the dress you said made me shine —
but you only notice when you're killing time.
And I... I thought that was love.
But love don’t leave you dressed up in the dark, begging for a sign.

I’m on the waitlist — yeah, I’m on the list,
name in the notes with a soft dismissal.
I’m on the waitlist — not your first,
just your favorite option when the others get cursed.

Full face... no plans...
just your maybe.