[Intro]
[Clean guitar]
[Voice, low and tired]
Yeah...
I deleted your number.
That didn’t really do much.
[808 enters]
[Verse 1]
I still text you
in my head.
Whole conversations
you never read.
I tell you
what happened today.
You answer
the way I think you would.
That’s probably
the saddest part.
I know your voice
well enough
to fake it.
[Small laugh]
Damn.
I wake up,
check my phone.
Nothing.
Good.
That’s what
I wanted.
Right?
[Hi-hat roll]
I said:
“Don’t call me.”
Then stared at the screen
all night
waiting for you
to disrespect that.
You didn’t.
I got mad.
At you.
For listening to me.
[Beat mutes]
That makes no sense.
I know.
[Pre-Hook]
I keep telling people:
“I’m over it.”
Then one song plays
and suddenly
I’m sixteen different emotions
in four minutes.
I hate that.
[808 slide]
[Hook]
I STILL TEXT YOU
IN MY HEAD.
I STILL HEAR
WHAT YOU WOULD’VE SAID.
I STILL TURN
WHEN SOMEBODY LAUGHS LIKE YOU.
I STILL LIE
WHEN THEY ASK
IF I’M THROUGH.
I STILL TEXT YOU
IN MY HEAD.
BUT I NEVER
PRESS SEND.
Maybe that’s growth.
Maybe I’m scared.
Maybe it’s both.
I don’t know.
[Verse 2]
I miss you
in stupid places.
Grocery store.
Gas station.
Red light.
A shirt
I almost bought
because you would’ve liked it.
Then I remembered:
you don’t get
to like things on me anymore.
That sentence
hurt more than expected.
[Voice gets rougher]
I’m doing better.
That’s true.
But “better”
isn’t the same
as “done.”
People confuse that.
They see you laughing
and think
the story ended.
Nah.
Sometimes
you laugh
because you’re tired
of being sad
in front of people.
Sometimes
you go out
just so your room
doesn’t memorize
another bad night.
[Small pause]
Sometimes
you kiss somebody new
and hate yourself
because for half a second
you compare.
[Beat drops out]
I did that.
Yeah.
I’m not proud.
[Verse 3 - more melodic]
She asked:
“Who are you thinking about?”
I said:
“No one.”
That was cruel.
Not to you.
To her.
Because she was there
and you weren’t.
And somehow
you still took up
more space.
That’s when
I realized
missing you
wasn’t romantic anymore.
It was starting
to make me unfair.
[Voice cracks]
And I don’t wanna
turn somebody else
into punishment
for what happened
between us.
[Pre-Hook]
So I went home.
Alone.
Not dramatic.
Just...
necessary.
Sat on the edge
of my bed
with my phone
in my hand.
Your name
wasn’t there anymore.
But my thumb
still knew
where to look.
[Hook]
I STILL TEXT YOU
IN MY HEAD.
I STILL HEAR
WHAT YOU WOULD’VE SAID.
I STILL TURN
WHEN SOMEBODY LAUGHS LIKE YOU.
I STILL LIE
WHEN THEY ASK
IF I’M THROUGH.
I STILL TEXT YOU
IN MY HEAD.
BUT I NEVER
PRESS SEND.
Maybe that’s growth.
Maybe I’m scared.
Maybe it’s both.
I don’t know.
[Bridge - drums disappear]
[Piano + guitar]
[Voice very close]
You know
what’s messed up?
I don’t even want
the relationship back.
Not all of it.
I want Tuesday nights.
Your hoodie
on my chair.
You stealing
the cold side
of the pillow.
You saying:
“Drive safe.”
Like those two words
could protect me.
I want pieces.
That’s dangerous.
Because pieces
don’t remember
why everything broke.
[Long pause]
Memory edits.
A lot.
[Final Section]
[808 returns harder]
So yeah—
I MISS YOU!
BUT I ALSO REMEMBER
WHY I LEFT!
I MISS YOUR FACE!
BUT I REMEMBER
HOW SMALL
I FELT SOMETIMES!
I MISS THE GOOD!
I HATE THE BAD!
AND I HATE
THAT BOTH OF THEM
LIVE IN THE SAME
FUCKING PLACE!
[Voice cracks]
My head.
[Beat cuts]
[Breathing]
[Final Hook - softer]
I still text you
in my head.
Probably will
for a while.
But tonight...
I didn’t open
your old messages.
I almost did.
That counts.
I think.
[Outro]
[Guitar alone]
[Voice]
Goodnight.
Not to you.
Just...
goodnight.
