On Read Receipts

Phone face down on the nightstand

Blue dots, your name, but I slide past

Friends say "call," I just laugh it off

I been biting on the truth till the taste gone soft

We were talking ’bout forever in a drive-thru line

Now it’s paragraphs typed that I never send, fine

Scroll up, see us grinning in the dashboard glare

Now it’s screenshots, receipts, and a hollow stare

Got my heart on read receipts

You don’t even have to speak

I can see it in the screen

How you’re slowly ghosting me

Every bubble, every beep

Feels like losing little pieces

If you’re done, then let it be

Got my heart on read receipts

You say “busy,” but your story just loop, loop, loop

Same bar, same booth, same crew, who knew

I be tapping through your night like a channel flip

While I’m stuck on one frame of your hand I miss

I keep typing out “come home,” then I hit erase

Arguing with that picture of your unread face

Got a playlist full of us I can’t press play

’Cause the chorus hit hard in the wrong damn way

[low vocal register] I don’t need a novel, just a one-line truth

[falsetto ad-lib] “It’s over,” “I’m sorry,” anything from you

[whispered vocals] Silence louder than the arguments we used to start

You been clearing out the chat while I archive my heart