Lipstick on His Phone

[Verse 1]
You said “late shift
Don’t wait up”
I traced those words
’Til the letters cut
Coffee gone cold
TV on mute
Your jacket on the chair
Still smells like you
[Pre-Chorus]
But you never lock your phone at home
Guess you slipped
Left it on the table
Screen lit up
Her name in glow
Funny how the truth feels fatal
[Chorus]
I was the last one to know
Lipstick on your phone
Not mine
All of the “baby
I’m home”
Turned into lines
Turned into lies
You were sleeping in my bed
With her shadow in your head
Guess I was loving you alone
I was the last one
The last one to know
[Verse 2]
Two wine glasses
In the sink
You said the guys came by
“Just to drink”
But there’s red on your collar
Gold on your sleeve
She left a piece of herself
Where you thought I’d never see
[Pre-Chorus]
Every late reply makes sense now
Every turned-off car in the driveway
All the fights you started
Somehow
Were just you hoping I’d walk away
[Chorus]
I was the last one to know
Lipstick on your phone
Not mine
All of the “baby
I’m home”
Turned into lines
Turned into lies
You were sleeping in my bed
With her shadow in your head
Guess I was loving you alone
I was the last one
The last one to know
[Bridge]
I won’t scream your name
You’re not worth that sound (no)
Pack your pretty lies
In the bag you found
I’ll keep the house
You keep your shame
I’ll find someone
Who can spell my name
[Chorus]
I was the last one to know
Lipstick on your phone
Not mine
Now when you’re knocking my door
You’ll hear it locked
You’ll hear it quiet
You were sleeping in my bed
Now you’re just a ghost instead
I might’ve been the last to know
But I’ll be the first
The first one to go (yeah)

Moody midtempo pop with female vocals; muted electric piano and warm bass under the verses, kick-and-snare groove that tightens in the pre. Chorus blooms with layered harmonies, airy pads, and a bright lead line. Bridge strips to vocal and pads before a final, more powerful hook with ad-libbed top lines and a subtle guitar answering the melody.