Verse 1 Sunday morning, coffee’s getting cold I’m just sitting here, doing what I’m told By a little glass screen that don’t know any better Than to remind me of that trip in your sweater We were in the mountains, laughing at the fog Haven’t thought about that day in—god, how long But there you are, filling up my phone Like you never really left me here alone Pre-Chorus I could press delete I could clear the space But I can’t quite bring myself To lose your face Chorus Scrolling through my camera roll Looking at the parts of you I couldn’t hold Back when the sky was blue and the world felt right Before we turned into strangers overnight It’s a curated heaven, a pixelated hell A version of the story we don’t ever tell I’m just losing control Down in my camera roll Verse 2 There’s the one in the kitchen, you burned the toast You look like a person, not a digital ghost And that video I took when you fell asleep Head on the window, somewhere over Louisiana I check the dates, I check the times Like I might find where it all went sideways We looked so easy, we looked so sure Like nothing in the world could change us Pre-Chorus I should let it go I should let you fade But every little memory Still feels the same Chorus Scrolling through my camera roll Looking at the parts of you I couldn’t hold Back when the sky was blue and the world felt right Before we turned into strangers overnight It’s a curated heaven, a pixelated hell A version of the story we don’t ever tell I’m just losing control Down in my camera roll Bridge It’s always 2 a.m. when I go back Like I don’t know better by now You’re still here in my camera roll That’s the only place you show. Final Chorus Scrolling through my camera roll Looking at the parts of you I couldn’t hold Back when the sky was blue and the world felt right Before we turned into strangers overnight It’s a curated heaven, a pixelated hell A version of the story we don’t ever tell I’m still losing control Down in my camera roll Outro Just one more scroll… Yeah.