Verse 1 (Whispered, very close to the mic) Three dots. One... two... three. They dance for a second then they leave me. I see the ghost of what you’re trying to say Before you backspace it all away. A sentence starts. I hold my breath. Is it "I'm sorry" or "there's nothing left"? You’re hovering over the "send" tonight Shadow-boxing with the screen light. Pre-Chorus (Background music is almost non-existent — just a slow, heartbeat-like thump) You’re always almost saying it. You’re always almost brave. But you’re just wasting the battery On words you’ll never save. Chorus (Atmospheric, echoey, heartbreakingly quiet) You're typing... And then you're not. You're losing everything you thought you got. Just a digital heartbeat, a flicker of blue Waiting for a version of the truth. The screen goes dark. The dots are gone. And I’m still here In the middle of the dawn. Just typing... [Short bridge of ambient sounds — slow, melodic piano notes far away in another room] Verse 2 Did you write "I miss you" and change it to "Hey"? Did you think about asking if I’m okay? Every time those bubbles appear It’s like you’re standing right here. But you’re a thousand miles of static. You’re a feeling that’s become a habit. Watching a screen like it's a crystal ball Hoping for something... but getting nothing at all. Pre-Chorus (Adding a cold, thin synth texture) You’re always almost saying it. You’re always almost brave. But you’re just wasting the battery On words you’ll never save. Chorus (Slightly louder, more echo, more atmosphere) You're typing... And then you're not. You're losing everything you thought you got. Just a digital heartbeat, a flicker of blue Waiting for a version of the truth. The screen goes dark. The dots are gone. And I’m still here In the middle of the dawn. Bridge (Vocal becomes a dry, tired sigh) Just hit send. Or just go home. Don't leave me here In the "sent but not read" zone. Don't leave me here With the three little dots Staring back At everything We’re Not. Final Chorus (Fades out slowly, very intimate) You're typing... And then you're not. You're losing everything you thought you got. Just a digital heartbeat... Waiting for you... [Outro — the sound of a phone screen locking (click), then silence]