No More Budget Dates

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If you can’t afford it, don’t invite me.

Said we’d go downtown, ended up at the corner store,
shared a bag of chips like it was something more.
You wore last week’s shirt, said dry clean was a myth,
and I smiled polite, bit my tongue with a grin.
Asked for wine, you laughed — said tap water’s fine,
like romance is something you can cut down the line.
I used to play along, make excuses in my head,
but I’m not that girl no more — I’m not impressed.

I don’t need a man who counts the cents,
or love that lives in ‘might’ve, could’ve, then’s.
You wanna win me? Show me what you’ve got —
don’t offer change when I deserve the pot.

No more budget dates, no half-hearted plans,
no picking at the menu like you’re scared of the price tag.
If you can’t afford it, don’t invite me —
I’m not a side dish, I’m the main recipe.
No more ‘maybe next time’ — I know what I’m worth.
You don’t get a trial run when you’re chasing the first.

Remember that night, you said ‘dinner on me’,
took me to a café, split the check instantly?
Had the nerve to brag like you were being fair,
while I sat there wondering — is this really rare?
I’ve dined with cheaper hearts, watched their futures stall,
love don’t grow where the spark’s on a sale.
Now my table’s set with candles, name spelled right,
and the bill? Never seen — it disappears by night.

I don’t need a man who’s scared to splurge,
or love that treats me like a merge.
You wanna keep me? Prove you can rise —
don’t negotiate passion, don’t barter my pride.

No more budget dates, no half-hearted plans,
no picking at the menu like you’re scared of the price tag.
If you can’t afford it, don’t invite me —
I’m not a side dish, I’m the main recipe.
No more ‘maybe next time’ — I know what I’m worth.
You don’t get a trial run when you’re chasing the first.

I’m not expensive — I’m essential.
Not a want, I’m non-negotiable.
You don’t downgrade dreams — you double down,
and honey, I’m the crown, not the clown.

No more budget dates, I’m out of the red,
no more love that’s lukewarm, served half-baked instead.
If you can’t afford it, don’t invite me —
I’m not a backup plan, I’m the guarantee.
No more ‘someday’ dreams — I live it tonight.
You don’t get close unless you match my light.

If you can’t… don’t.