[Verse 1] Blue dots Sitting on your name Screenshot Just to feel the shame Typed out "do you ever think of me?" Backspaced ’til it’s just anxiety [Pre-Chorus] My thumb hovers on that last "send" You say "we're cool" while we just pretend I keep refreshing like it'll fix the end It never ends [Chorus] Left unread at 1:43 AM Staring at the glow like it’s my best friend Scroll back through the fight Every word Every "fine" Pull it all apart just to bleed again You’re a ghost in a box with a stupid name I keep typing like that changes anything If silence is an answer Guess this is how it ends Left unread at 1:43 AM (again) [Verse 2] Last seen Feels like last rites Your green dot Cuts me like a knife You’re online Laughing in some group chat I’m offline Arguing with all our past [Pre-Chorus] Our three-year thread like a car crash film I press play just to torture myself again Every "love u" buried under what-ifs I can’t resist [Chorus] Left unread at 1:43 AM Staring at the glow like it’s my best friend Scroll back through the fight Every word Every "fine" Pull it all apart just to bleed again You’re a ghost in a box with a stupid name I keep typing like that changes anything If silence is an answer Guess this is how it ends Left unread at 1:43 AM (again) [Bridge] [Half-time Drums drop Vocal pushed up] Do you even feel it? Tremor in your hands when my name lights up? (hey!) Or do you swipe it away Like dust on your screen Like I was never enough I rehearse what I’ll say when you finally call But the ring never comes Just the quiet on the wall So I turn off my phone Turn it on again Chasing signal Chasing you Chasing nothing [Chorus] Left unread at 1:43 AM Making up your words in my own head If you wanted me gone You could just have said Instead you drew the line with three grey checks You’re a ghost in a box with a stupid name I keep typing like that changes anything If silence is an answer Guess this is how it ends Left unread at 1:43 AM [Outro] Screen fades But my heart stays loud I’ll get over you Just not right now Left unread Left on hold But I swear one day I won’t check my phone (oh yeah)

rock, Hyper-caffeinated pop-punk with female vocals, bright distorted guitars locked to a fast, nervy drum groove. Verses stay tight and choppy, palm-muted and close, letting the vocal spill anxious, spiraling lines. Choruses explode with wide power chords, octave leads, and gang shouts on key phrases. Brief half-time breakdown before the final chorus, with a rising feedback swell and layered harmonies pushing the last hook over the edge., punk, female vocals, pop

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