to all the boys who ghosted me

I bet you'd want me if I was famous With my name queued up on your playlist Instead of nameless working front desk at the Days Inn I bet you'd like me on a tableau With the top down driving on Rodeo Instead of at home watching reruns of an old show Tired of being ghosted Things are going good and look and then I notice Messages are pending Pretend I can always mend it Already know the ending I bet you'd want me if I was A List Driving McLarens and Ranges out to Vegas Throwing away my daily wages I bet you'd like me in the Top 10 My face on the cover of a digest Or on a runway for Ralph Lauren (You'll fall through on your promise 'Cuz you're never really honest In the back of your car with that one bleach blonde And I'm sure that's what caused it No, you were never the fondest) Hoping you'd be different I don't know what you meant Wonder what I did wrong 'Cuz I never quite belong Belong Belong Belong Belong Was it something I said? Or a new girl instead? Was it all just pretend? Don't know if you were faking But its so frustrating I bet you'd want me if I was famous With my name queued up on your playlist Instead of nameless working front desk at the Days Inn I bet you'd like me on a tableau With the top down driving on Rodeo Instead of at home watching reruns of an old show