[Lo-fi indie pop, quiet heartbreak, soft falsetto chorus] [Verse 1] You changed your number last July, But I still text when I can’t cry. Screenshots, drafts, I never send, Writing to ghosts like they might mend. [Chorus] Letters to a dead phone, still get through somehow. Typing just to feel it out loud. Letters to a dead phone, read receipts of air. You’d laugh if you were still there. [Verse 2] I scroll the thread till my eyes go sore, Half of me hoping you’ll post more. Your last reply still lights in blue, I never thought I’d envy you. [Bridge] Friends say I should clear the chat, But how do you delete what’s that exact? [Chorus – repeat, softer] Letters to a dead phone, still get through somehow. Typing just to feel it out loud. Letters to a dead phone, read receipts of air. You’d laugh if you were still there. [Outro] I hit send, screen stays black, Still waiting for you to text me back.
