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Left on Read (Typing…)

Electronica

Left on Read (Typing…) was released on April 24, 2026 by IG.2 as a part of the album Dear Devil

Song Details

AlbumDear Devil

Release DateApril 24, 2026

LabelIG.2

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

IG.2

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

IG.2

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

IG.2

Producer

Lyrics

I watched your bubble hang, then fade,

Three dots breathing like a blade.

You said, be honest, then went still,

Left me talking to the screen.

Last ride home, your perfume stayed,

Cab seat cold where your leg was.

Told myself I wouldn’t beg,

Bit my tongue — tripped on the edge.

I don’t chase — but I refresh,

Say I’m fine — then cave to less.

Type, send, wait — read.

Ring, buzz, blink — read.

Say it’s nothing — I bleed what you said.

Left on, left on — read.

Call it closure — I’m out of breath.

Say it plain — no thread.

Left on, left on — read.

Your hoodie on the kitchen chair,

I wear it when the room feels bare.

You post a smile at 2 a.m.,

I tap away the urge again.

You call it timing, I call it nerves,

You need control, I give you curves.

You want me quiet, close but trimmed,

I keep the heat — you keep the edge.

I don’t chase — but I refresh,

Say I’m fine — then cave to less.

Type, send, wait — read.

Ring, buzz, blink — read.

Say it’s nothing — I bleed what you said.

Left on, left on — read.

Call it closure — I’m out of breath.

Say it plain — no thread.

Left on, left on — read.

Don’t say maybe, say you meant it,

If it’s over, sign and send it.

I’m not a secret, not a trend,

Save your later — call it the end.

Type, send, wait — read.

— say my name — don’t leave it read.

Ring, buzz, blink — read.

— if you’re done — then cut the thread.

Say it’s nothing — I bleed what you said.

Left on, left on — read.

Call it closure — I’m out of breath.

— say it plain — no thread.

Left on, left on — read.

You keep the silence; I keep the rest.

Left on, left on — read.

I turn the phone to face the desk,

Mute your tone, return what’s left.

If you come back, say it plain —

No more games, no more read.

Written by: IG.2

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