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Pick-Me When He's Here 1

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0:002:38

Amore

Mar 23, 2026

Pick-Me When He's Here 1

pop

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i watch you play the pick-me when he’s near,

laughing louder by the bar glow, pretending you don’t fear.

you smooth your dress, breathe in the city sidewalk air,

hoping he’ll look your way — but he’s not really there.

you throw a silver smile like a coin into a well,

waiting for a ripple that never comes to tell.

your pulse becomes a secret drum —

you give and give until you’ve come undone.

you play pick-me when he’s here,

you shine for him and lose yourself, my dear.

you know she likes him — it’s written in your eyes,

still you keep on dancing under borrowed lights.

you swap your words for jokes, make him laugh to stay alive,

paint yourself in easy lines, keep everything contrived.

he’s scanning rooms like a map, never tracing where you stand,

and you keep erasing edges with the tip of your hand.

your laugh is loud enough to fill the late-night street,

but when the crowd disperses, you’re the echo on repeat.

a whisper of a wish you tuck behind your teeth —

you’re standing on a cliff and calling it belief.

you play pick-me when he’s here,

you shine for him and lose yourself, my dear.

you know she likes him — it’s written in your eyes,

still you keep on dancing under borrowed lights.

one night i grabbed your coat, pulled you from the scene,

said “drop the show, let’s leave — there’s more than what it seems.”

we walked past empty taxis, past the diner with the blue sign,

you kicked off heels, laughed, and said, “i’ve wasted too much time.”

you used to play pick-me when he was near,

you used to shine and hide the cracks you’d fear.

you knew she liked him, but tonight you meet your eyes —

now you pick you, stepping out of borrowed light.

no more laughter borrowed from a stranger’s tune,

no more waiting for a fingertip across a moon.

you are loud, you are whole, you begin on your own terms,

a story reclaimed, a fire that gently burns.

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