I saw your text an hour ago
But I let it sit, just so you know
You say “what’s up?” like it’s no big deal
But I’m not sure how I should feel
Play it chill, but my heart’s loud
Should I reply or keep some doubt?
This little game we always play
Do you mean it, or just want me to stay?
Late reply, call it my style
Don’t chase love, I wait a while
Maybe I care, maybe not
You’ll never know — and that’s the plot
Typing… pause… then backspace fast
Rewriting thoughts I should’ve passed
Do I seem cold or just mature?
Truth is, I’m not even sure
I laugh with friends, pretend I’m fine
But check my phone like fifty times
Half a heart, half a plan
Is this just flirting, or is it a scam?
Late reply, call it my style
Don’t chase love, I wait a while
Maybe I care, maybe not
You’ll never know — and that’s the plot
I’m not playing hard to get
I just don’t wanna lose my head
So I wait, and wait some more
’Til you’re not knocking at my door
Late reply, it’s not a game
Just guarding what I can’t explain
If you want me, make it clear
Until then… I disappear