Back from the ride, streets still warm
You smiled and said, “text me when you're home”
Now I’m here, lights turned low
Screen still bright, but all alone
Thought we laughed a little too much
Thought maybe this could be enough
But you left me on read tonight
Like the breeze that slipped out of sight
One more bubble that never came
I replay your voice like a refrain
Shoes kicked off, music low
Even the fan sounds kinda slow
I count the lines you never wrote
Like secrets sinking in a note
Was I dreaming more than you?
Or did you feel that summer too?
But you left me on read tonight
Like the breeze that slipped out of sight
One more bubble that never came
I replay your voice like a refrain
I won’t send another line
Silence can be a kind of sign
You left me on read, and maybe that’s fine
Some words just fade over time
Still, I wait in case you change
Under this soft and golden frame