It Burns When I Text You

[Verse 1]
Met her on a Tuesday, cheap tequila breath
Said her name was maybe, I forgot the rest
Woke up in her roommate’s thrift-store bed
Thought the worst I’d caught was regret instead
[Chorus]
Now it burns when I text you
Hurts when I think your name
Doctor said, “Son, that’s on you”
Stamped my pride with a walk of shame
Yeah, we had our little moment
Now I’ve got a souvenir from you
It burns when I text you
But I still kinda want round two (oh no)
[Verse 2]
Pharmacy roulette, standing in a line
Saw three of your exes there at the same time
Group chat blowin’ up, they all say “same”
Guess we’re in a club I never meant to claim
[Bridge]
Tell my friends, “It’s just allergies”
They say, “Bro, that’s not how that disease be”
Should’ve worn a helmet for my little friend
Now I’m Googling symptoms at 3 a.m.
[Chorus]
Now it burns when I text you
Hurts when I think your name
Doctor said, “Son, that’s on you”
Gave my ego a crimson stain
Yeah, we had our little moment
Now I’ve got a souvenir from you
It burns when I text you
But I still kinda, still kinda blame… me and you (hey!)

Upbeat pop-punk with crisp distorted guitars, bouncy bass, and tight live drums. Male vocals leaning into sarcastic storytelling, gang shouts on the hook. Choruses explode with stacked harmonies; verses stay lean and fast, with palm-muted chugs and quick punchlines. Brief halftime bridge with tom-heavy groove before a final shout-along chorus.