2AM Brave, 8AM Dumb

[Verse 1]
I shouldn’t have texted that
Phone glow
Half-awake
At 2AM I get real brave
Typing like it’s fate
Now it’s 8AM and I can’t go back
Sun’s out
Heart attack
Guess I’ll just move away
Change my name today (oh man)
[Chorus]
Why did I send that heart
That heart?
To my boss
Not you
Wrong start
Now he thinks we’ve got a spark
A spark
And I can’t even park near work
Why did I hit reply
Reply?
To the family chat
“you still make me high”
Now my aunt just wrote “oh my”
I might delete my life
My life
[Verse 2]
“Good night
Beautiful” (too smooth)
I pressed send
Felt proud
Woke up
Checked the thread
It was the group. Out loud
My dentist sent a smiley face
My neighbor wrote “same”
I’m out here texting every place
Except the one I aimed (why me?)
[Chorus]
Why did I send that heart
That heart?
To the landlord
Not my crush
Wrong chart
Now he says I’ve warmed his heart
His heart
Raised my rent but blessed my art
Why did I hit reply
Reply?
To my ex
“I miss your thighs”
Meant to text my pizza guy
Now they both just wrote “which side?” (oh no)
[Trumpet Solo]
[bright
Cheeky trumpet riff over full band
Little call-and-response stabs with the vocal going “hey!” “oh!”]
[Bridge]
Airplane mode
Too late though
Every typo
Now a life joke
Thinking “new phone”
Thinking “new home”
Thinking “new zone”
Witness protection for my phone (hey!)
[Chorus]
Why did I send that heart
That heart?
To my doctor
Detailed chart
Now he’s answering my “I’m yours” part
With a seven-page lab report
Why did I hit reply
Reply?
To my mom
“you’re so damn fine”
Now she’s calling
“son
Explain this line”
I’ll just say my phone’s not mine
Not mine
[Outro]
I shouldn’t have texted that
2AM I get real brave
Now it’s 8AM
Can’t take it back
Guess I’ll just move away
(Trumpet, take me far away)

pop, Bouncy modern pop with male vocals, tight rhythm guitars, and playful synth stabs. Verses stay light and talky, drums in a mid-tempo four-on-the-floor groove. Choruses explode with stacked gang vocals and bright handclaps. Trumpet takes a cheeky, melodic solo after the second chorus, then tags the outro with little call-and-response phrases. Overall arc: build from embarrassed muttering to full-on singalong panic., male vocals