Read Receipts

(soft vocals, almost whispered)

Yeah…

Funny how silence says the most…

You don’t gotta say it…

I already know. {soft vinyl crackle,

minimal warm Rhodes chords}

I seen you typing… Then the bubbles disappeared.

Had me staring at my phone,

Like maybe you’d reappear.

You said you needed space,

But you never said why.

Left me with a thousand questions And a thousand reasons why.

You used to call me late night,

Tell me things nobody knew.

Now I’m talking to a screen That don’t talk back to you.

{subtle rimshot, head-nod R&B kick} I don’t need an explanation,

I don’t need another excuse.

If you wanted to be here… You would’ve found a way to.

{tension building, filter opening on

pads}

Read receipts… Tell me everything I need to know.

You saw my heart,

But you still let it go.

No reply… But I felt your goodbye.

Funny how a little blue check Can hurt more than a lie.

You don’t have to say you’re leaving,

I can feel it in the distance.

Sometimes the loudest answer

Is your silence. {full emotional groove,

layered backing vocals} I replay old conversations,

Looking for where we changed.

Was it something that I missed?

Was it something I couldn’t save?

You said “forever” so easy,

Like it was something you believed.

Now forever feels like a word You only used when you needed

me. {drums drop out momentarily,

Rhodes and bass remain} I gave you my patience,

I gave you my time.

You gave me excuses

And a reason to find mine.

{snare builds up, swelling harmonies} Maybe I was holding on

To somebody who was gone.

Maybe I was reading messages That were never meant to come.

So I’m putting down my phone,

I’m done waiting by the screen.

If you wanted my love… You would’ve chosen me.

{dramatic shift, clean guitar chords,

intimate build} Read receipts… Now I finally see the truth.

You weren’t confused… You just weren’t choosing me too.

No reply…

Was the answer all along.

I was waiting for a message From someone already gone.

{climax, soulful vocal runs,

heavy groove}

(soft harmonies) Seen… Read… No response… Sometimes silence tells the story.

{drums fade, warm

Rhodes chords, vinyl crackle fade}