[Intro - melancholic clean electric guitar, soft cyber pulse, no vocals] [Verse 1 - vulnerable female clean vocals, intimate and restrained] Hey, it's been a while Delete Hope you're doing well Delete Saw something today That made me think of you Stared at that for twenty minutes Didn't know what else to do Your name is still right where I left it Like no time has passed at all One little tap could open everything So I don't touch it at all [Pre-Chorus - soft female vocals, drums slowly entering] I can write it I can read it I can change each word again I can say almost anything As long as I don't press send [Chorus - soaring bittersweet female clean vocals] I've got drafts I'll never send Conversations with a dead end Every time I get too close I save the words and let you go I've got drafts I'll never send Starting over, starting again Maybe silence hurts much less Than finding out what happens next [Verse 2 - emotional rhythmic female rap, gradually intensifying] I'VE WRITTEN YOU A THOUSAND WORDS, YOU HAVEN'T READ A SINGLE ONE, TOLD YOU WHERE I'VE BEEN AND WHAT I'VE LOST AND WHO I'VE SINCE BECOME, ASKED YOU HOW YOUR LIFE TURNED OUT, DELETED THAT AND TRIED AGAIN, MADE IT CASUAL, MADE IT FUNNY, MADE IT SOUND LIKE "HEY, OLD FRIEND" TOO COLD ADD A LITTLE MORE TOO WARM NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE I STILL CARE FUCK OF COURSE I STILL CARE THAT'S WHY THE MESSAGE IS STILL THERE THREE LITTLE DOTS THAT NEVER HAPPEN, ANSWERS THAT I'LL NEVER KNOW, YOU'RE SO EASY TO TALK TO WHEN YOU'LL NEVER HEAR A WORD I WROTE AND MAYBE THAT'S THE SAFEST VERSION YOU CAN'T LEAVE IF YOU DON'T ARRIVE I CAN KEEP YOU IN THIS DRAFT BOX WHERE NOTHING HAS TO CHANGE TONIGHT [Chorus - larger bittersweet vocals, distorted guitars entering] I've got drafts I'll never send Conversations with a dead end Every time I get too close I save the words and let you go I've got drafts I'll never send Starting over, starting again Maybe silence hurts much less Than finding out what happens next [Instrumental Interlude - aching clean guitar melody, subtle glitch textures] [Verse 3 - emotional female shout-rap, restrained anger building] WHAT AM I ACTUALLY AFRAID OF? THAT YOU'LL READ IT AND NOT CARE? THAT YOU'LL SEE MY NAME LIGHT UP AND WISH IT WASN'T FUCKING THERE? THAT YOU'LL ANSWER WITH "I'M DOING GOOD", TWO WORDS AND NOTHING MORE, AND I'LL REALIZE WE'RE JUST TWO PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER ANYMORE? OR WORSE YOU ANSWER LIKE YOU MISSED ME LIKE NO TIME WENT BY AT ALL AND SUDDENLY THIS SAFE IMAGINARY DISTANCE HAS TO FUCKING FALL THEN WHAT? DO WE TALK? DO WE TRY? DO WE DIG UP EVERYTHING? DO I HAVE TO MEET THE PERSON YOU BECAME WITHOUT ME SEEING? MAYBE I'M NOT SCARED OF LOSING YOU THAT ALREADY CAME AND WENT MAYBE I'M TERRIFIED OF LEARNING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I SENT [Bridge - fragile female clean vocals, instrumentation falling away] There's a version where you answer There's a version where you don't One where we become something again One where we know we won't I can imagine every ending From the safety of my bed As long as every word between us Stays unread [Electric Guitar Solo - deeply melancholic melodic lead, expressive bends, slowly rising drums and dark cyber textures] [Final Verse - passionate female shout-rap, building toward catharsis] SO HERE WE FUCKING GO AGAIN, TWO IN THE MORNING, SCREEN AGLOW, MESSAGE WRITTEN, CURSOR WAITING, THUMB A CENTIMETER OR SO FROM TURNING ALL THESE PRIVATE WORDS INTO A THING I CAN'T CONTROL NO PERFECT LINE WILL MAKE THIS SAFE, NO FINAL EDIT FIXES FEAR, CAN'T PREDICT THE WAY YOU'LL TAKE IT, CAN'T CONTROL IF YOU DISAPPEAR, CAN'T KNOW IF YOU'VE BEEN WAITING TOO, CAN'T KNOW IF YOU'D RATHER I FORGET— I KNOW ALL THAT I KNOW I KNOW MY FUCKING THUMB STILL HASN'T MOVED YET [Final Chorus - enormous layered female clean vocals, heavy emotional guitars and drums] I've got drafts I'll never send Whole conversations without end Every time I get too close I save the words I need the most I've got drafts I'll never send Maybe someday that will end Maybe silence doesn't hurt less Maybe I just know what happens next I've got drafts I'll never send Your name still waiting at the end And I don't know which scares me more— No answer Or hearing yours [Post-Chorus - emotional guitar lead answering the vocal melody] [Outro - intimate female clean vocals, clean guitar and faint digital pulse] Hey, it's been a while Hope you're doing well I saw something today That made me think of you [brief instrumental pause] Save draft.
