Pinned to My Home Screen

(Verse 1)

I’m late-night scrolling again, screen brightness on low,

Your profile pic hits different — yeah, that soft halo.

WiFi’s trash, but your message still loads just fine,

Funny how you show up right when you’re on my mind.

I don’t double-tap much, but you stay in my saved,

Every clip you post? Yeah… I quietly misbehave.

I type “hey,” delete it — then sit there like a fool,

’Cause the last time you replied? Had me acting brand-new.

(Pre-Chorus)

No fancy lines, just a shaky “you up?” at 12:09,

You sent a half-asleep selfie — now I’m losin’ my mind.

(Chorus)

She’s pinned to my home screen, glowing through the dark,

Battery dying, but she’s still my spark.

One ping and the whole world fades to hush,

I’m just a guy catching feelings in a rush.

She’s the typing bubble that keeps me awake,

The message I read twice just to make sure it’s not fake.

Yeah, she’s pinned to my home screen…

Right where she’s always been.

(Verse 2)

Sipped my iced latte wrong ‘cause your text hit mid-drink,

Choked on the straw — barista stared, didn’t even blink.

You sent a joke about my “tragic taste in shows,”

I laughed too loud, almost tipped the table — who knows.

My friends say I’m whipped; they ain’t wrong, not gonna lie,

But they’ve never seen the way you say “hi.”

Your voice notes hit soft — like a secret you trust me with,

Makes a grown man blush like some lovestruck myth.

(Pre-Chorus)

We’re two bubbles on a screen, but the pull feels strong,

Every “lol” from you feels like it belongs.

(Chorus)

She’s pinned to my home screen, glowing through the dark,

Battery dying, but she’s still my spark.

One ping and the whole world fades to hush,

I’m just a guy catching feelings in a rush.

She’s the typing bubble that keeps me awake,

The message I read twice just to make sure it’s not fake.

Yeah, she’s pinned to my home screen…

Right where she’s always been.

(Bridge)

No poems — just late-night playlists sent your way,

You said “track three hits,” yeah, that made my day.

I’m sweatpants confidence, overthinking each word,

But you read it all slow, like it’s something you preferred.

(Final Chorus)

She’s pinned to my home screen, even through the cracks,

The glitch in my schedule I’ll never take back.

One call and I’m running like it’s pouring rain,

Just to hear you whisper my name again.

She’s the contact I’d never replace,

The unread message I’m scared to erase.

Yeah… she’s pinned forever on my home screen.

(Outro)

So keep typing slow, take your time instead,

I’ll be here, charger lost, battery red.

In a world of quick fades and half-hearted plans…

You’re the one who still makes me stay logged in.