Situationship Exit

[ Lyrics ]

No label? No entry.

Late-night texts, emojis with no context,
talk like we’re close but you never suggest —
dinner plans, meet-ups, nothing I can schedule.
You’re a maybe in my messages, not my life’s title.
I used to read between lines, write whole novels in my head,
‘til I realized you weren’t writing back — just keeping me on red.
No intros to your friends, no 'this is her' pride,
you treat my love like a side — not a main vibe.

I don’t need a ring, just a real name,
don’t need a stage, just a consistent flame.
So if you’re not proud, if you’re not sure,
then the door’s right there, baby — unlock the door.

No label? No entry.
No clarity? No free pass, no mercy.
No label? No entry.
If you won’t claim it, I’ll return the key.

You say 'we're chill,' but chill is a freeze,
I'm caught in the gap between us and 'me'?
No timeline, no talk of the future,
just 'you're special' — the world’s weakest future.
I gave you weeks, then I gave you months,
started wearing my ‘no’ like designer fonts.
My time’s not a waiting room, my heart’s not a test —
if you won’t define us, then I define the rest.

I don’t need a throne, just a truth I can stand on,
don’t need a ring, just a hand that’s not fumbling.
If you’re scared to commit, that’s your own war —
I’m not your backup plan, I’ve been here before.

No label? No entry.
No clarity? No free pass, no mercy.
No label? No entry.
If you won’t claim it, I’ll return the key.

You said, 'Let’s just see where it goes.'

I said, 'Without a map, every path’s a ghost.'
You said, 'But we’re special.'

‘Cause silence ain’t sacred — it’s a slow 'no.'

No label? No entry.
No clarity? No free pass, no mercy.
No label? No entry.
I define the love I let live in me.
(no entry — echo folds in
no entry — harmonies stack
no entry — sub-bass pulse lifts)

No label? No entry.

…No pass.