[Intro | live drum kit and electric bass groove, two-chord figure, guitar accent] [Verse 1 | male lead vocal, intimate over grooving bass and drums] I typed it and I killed it— you'd have seen the dots go dark, the bubble breathing, breathing, then nothing. There's my heart. I won't ask to see you— look how well I don't— every message that I send you ends one word before I want. [Verse 2 | female lead vocal, wry and warm, band groove building] You sent it and unsent it, but honey, I had seen. Now it lives in no one's phone and in the air between. Delete the day. We're nothing. Don't ask me what we are. ...anyway, I'm free on Wednesday— three o'clock. Same bar. [Chorus | male and female lead vocals together, wide catchy full-band chorus, bright synth hook, driving drums] Si no, si no— say it once, delete it slow, leave me on read with the light still on— si no, si no— you lock the door in every message and leave the window, though. [Verse 3 | male lead vocal, tense and restless, tight groove, bass runs] Thirty seconds, seven takes to make it sound like none. One voice note, set to view-once: "I loved you. Past tense. Done. It isn't asking anything." Send. No taking back. And then I checked at twelve, I checked at one— you'd played it at 1:01. [Verse 4 | female lead vocal, building intensity, drums driving forward] Half past two, I'm scrolling two years deep in you— one wrong tap, one double-tap, and everything is true. By day my thumbs type "just friends"; by night the draft sits loaded, then— the deeps of me are shaken, love— I almost pressed send. [Chorus | male and female lead vocals together, wide catchy full-band chorus, bright synth hook, driving drums] Si no, si no— say it once, delete it slow, leave me on read with the light still on— si no, si no— you lock the door in every message and leave the window, though. [Bridge | stripped down to warm electric bass and soft drums, intimate close-mic vocals] So call me. No — I mean it. Not a text. Your actual voice. Hey. Henceforward — God, who even says that — I'm yours. For everything but hurting you. Then no more view-once. No deleting. ...and the line goes quiet, and nobody hangs up. [Final Chorus | euphoric full band, both voices lifted, drum fills, bass runs, bright synth hook] Si, oh si, oh si— no more one-time, no delete, say it over like the morning: yes. Si, oh si, oh si— we were learning yes in every no, singing it on repeat. [Outro | band settling to bass and drum groove, voices trading softly, fade] Wednesday? Every Wednesday. Three. [End]
