Netflix and Chill

I lit that candle from the corner shelf,

Poured that wine like I was tryin’ to help.

Said, “You pick the show,” like I didn’t plan

The whole damn playlist just to hold your hand.

You smirked like you’d been here before,

Kicked off your shoes, and closed the door.

You said, “Don’t get any ideas…”

But baby, I could see ‘em all in your mirror.

It was Netflix and chill —

But you knew what it meant.

Wasn’t about plotlines or character depth.

You leaned in close, that blanket fell,

Next thing I know, we’re off the rails.

I hit play, you hit pause on regret —

It was Netflix and chill…

And you knew what it meant.

That remote never made it past your thigh,

We never made it past Season Five.

Had popcorn burnin’ in the microwave,

But you pulled me back like, “Let that play.”

You said, “Don’t get used to this kind of mess,”

But baby, we both knew it was the best.

You said, “We’re just takin’ it slow…”

But we skipped straight to the aftershow.

It was Netflix and chill —

But you knew what it meant.

No reviews needed, no time well spent.

Just tangled limbs and breath held tight,

Forgettin’ names and losin’ nights.

I hit play, you made your intent —

It was Netflix and chill…

And you knew what it meant.

There was no Oscar, no credits roll,

Just you and me, losin’ control.

So next time you text, “You up?” again...

Just know I know.

You knew what it meant.