Verse 1
Your name is still sitting at the top of my screen,
A little reminder of what we used to be.
I know I should delete it, let the memories fade,
But my fingers freeze every time I hover over your name.
There’s a hundred conversations
That I’ll never read the same,
Every joke, every “I miss you,”
Every promise that we made.
The world keeps moving forward,
But my phone stays stuck in time.
A museum of the moments
When you were still mine.
Pre-Chorus
I know a message isn’t a person,
I know a screen can’t hold a heart.
But why does a tiny blue bubble
Feel like the hardest part?
Chorus
I’m staring at blue chat bubbles,
Watching memories appear.
Little pieces of a person
Who isn’t really here.
Your words are still alive,
But you’re nowhere I can find.
I can scroll through everything we were,
But I can’t go back in time.
And I hate that I still hope
When my phone lights up at night.
Knowing it probably isn’t you,
But wishing that it might.
Verse 2
I type things I’ll never send,
Just to feel like you’re around.
Write a whole confession,
Then delete it without a sound.
I wonder if you keep them too,
The pictures and the jokes.
The little pieces of forever
That we wrote between our phones.
Do you ever open our messages?
Do you ever scroll back?
Do you ever miss the person
Who was always in your chat?
Pre-Chorus
Because silence has a different meaning
When someone used to reply.
Now every empty notification
Feels like another goodbye.
Chorus
I’m staring at blue chat bubbles,
Like they’re proof that we existed.
Like if I keep them long enough,
Maybe we won’t be finished.
Your words are still alive,
But the feeling disappeared.
I have a thousand memories
And none of them bring you here.
And I hate that I still hope
When my phone lights up at night.
Knowing it probably isn’t you,
But wishing that it might.
Bridge
Maybe one day I’ll delete it.
Maybe one day I’ll let go.
Maybe I won’t need a conversation
To remember what I know.
You were real.
You were important.
You were a chapter in my life.
Not every ending needs a message.
Not every goodbye needs a fight.
Final Chorus
I’m staring at blue chat bubbles,
But I’m finally letting go.
They’re just pixels on a screen now,
Not a place I need to call home.
Your words will stay behind me,
But they don’t control my heart.
Some things can stay remembered
Without tearing me apart.
So goodbye to blue chat bubbles,
Goodbye to what we knew.
I’ll stop waiting for a message…
That will never come from you.
Outro
Typing…
Never mind.
Rin
