(Intro)

(A low, vibrating synth bass. The sound of a phone vibrating on a wooden table repeats twice. Soft, airy chords fade in.)

(Verse 1)

Blue light bathing my face again

It’s the modern version of the paper and pen

I type out "I miss you," then I stare at the screen

Wondering if you know, wondering where you've been.

Backspace, backspace, watch the letters disappear

It’s safer if I keep the feelings right here

In the quiet of my head, not the noise of the cloud

Where saying it softly feels way too loud.

(Pre-Chorus)

My heart is beating in my fingertips

There’s a confession sitting on my digital lips

The three little dots, they appear and they fade

A ghost of the move that I almost made.

(Chorus)

And now I’m scrolling through the unsent drafts

A museum of cries and a graveyard of laughs

"I’m sorry," "I hate you," "Please come back home"

Trapped in the memory of this silicone

My thumb hovers over 'delete'

Hiding the words that would make us complete

Yeah, I’m saving the truth in a folder you’ll never see.

(Verse 2)

There’s one from October, when I drank too much wine

Asking if you were really doing just fine

There’s one from your birthday, simple and sweet

But I chickened out and stared at my feet.

I curate my life so I look like I’m strong

But the folder is growing, the list is getting long

It’s a secret diary I keep in my hand

The text message wasteland, the cowardly land.

(Pre-Chorus)

My heart is beating in my fingertips

There’s a confession sitting on my digital lips

The three little dots, they appear and they fade

A ghost of the move that I almost made.

(Chorus)

And now I’m scrolling through the unsent drafts

A museum of cries and a graveyard of laughs

"I’m sorry," "I hate you," "Please come back home"

Trapped in the memory of this silicone

My thumb hovers over 'delete'

Hiding the words that would make us complete

Yeah, I’m saving the truth in a folder you’ll never see.

(Bridge)

(Music drops out to just a pulsating bass line)

If I press send, the world might end

Or maybe it just begins

But I’m terrified of the double grey lines

That don't turn blue

What if I send it, and I hear nothing from you?

That silence is louder than the words in my phone.

(Synth Solo)

(Melodic, high-pitched, crying synth lead. Sounds like a neon light flickering.)

(Outro)

Select all.

Are you sure you want to delete?

(Sung softly) "I miss you."

(Spoken) Delete.

"I still love you."

(Spoken) Delete.

"Are you happy?"

(Long pause)

(Sound of the phone locking screen 'click')