[Intro] (Sound of a phone vibrating on a wooden table, then silence) (Heavy, distorted bass pulses) [Verse 1] It’s never like this. You leave it on the counter, you leave it on the bed, Face up, eyes open, like you’ve got nothing to dread. But tonight? It’s a closed door, a locked gate, Lying face down like it’s sealing our fate. And the silence—God, the silence is loud. I’m tracking every movement, every shadow, every cloud. Why now? Why today? Why the sudden shift? My stomach’s doing somersaults, caught in a drift. [Pre-Chorus] And I’m watching you watch it. You’re nervous. You’re twitchy. Every time it buzzes, you’re suddenly glitchy. You jump like I’m a ghost haunting your floor— Who the hell is texting? Who’s knocking at your door? [Chorus] Flipped phone. Why is it turned over? Who is the ghost that you’re pulling closer? I’m staring at the plastic, the back of the case, Trying to picture her—trying to see her face. Is it a girl? Does she know my name? Are you playing both sides? Is this just a game? I’m burning up, wanting to grab it and scream, "Who the fuck is she?" inside of this dream. [Verse 2] I asked you a question, you looked at the wall, Like you didn't even hear the damn notification call. "Just a work thing," you say, but your eyes don’t align, And I’m losing my breath, losing my mind. Is it someone you met? Is it someone you knew? Are you keeping her warm while you’re lying to me, too? I’m not the only one. I can see it in your hands— The way you shield the screen, the way you make your stands. [Bridge] I want to know. I need to know. Give it here. Give me the damn phone. Let me see the texts. Let me see the history. Let me strip away the bullshit, let me kill the mystery! But you pull back—defensive, sharp, and cold— Protecting the secrets that you’re too scared to hold. You treat me like I’m crazy, like I’m losing the plot, But I see the red flags, and I’m connecting every dot! [Chorus] Flipped phone. Why is it turned over? Who is the ghost that you’re pulling closer? I’m staring at the plastic, the back of the case, Trying to picture her—trying to see her face. Is it a girl? Does she know my name? Are you playing both sides? Is this just a game? I’m burning up, wanting to grab it and scream, "Who the fuck is she?" inside of this dream. [Outro] It’s not just a phone. It’s a fucking ledger of lies. I see the other woman reflecting in your eyes. Flip it over. Let me look. Let me see the bitch you’re texting. I know she’s in there. I know you’re hiding her. And I’m right here, rotting... While you’re checking your screen again.
