

(bing) At twenty-one we never slept The group chat burned with stupid threats
“Tonight’s the night, no backing out” We’d meet before the sun went
down Now every plan
requires a poll Three calendars and traffic tolls
Someone’s tired, someone’s sick
Someone’s kid just swallowed bricks
The group chat is a ghost town Everybody’s typing,
no one comes around “We should hang out” is the saddest sound
We say it every month,
then let each other down
The group chat is a ghost town Profile pictures with suburban backgrounds
I miss the idiots we were back then Before “maybe next weekend”
became the end
One friend moved to Tennessee
One sells homes aggressively
One found God, one lost their hair
One sends memes but isn’t there We used to share our biggest
dreams Now it’s mortgage rates and recipes Someone says,
“Remember when?” The message gets a heart at 2:10
No one left because of anger Life just slowly changed the password
We’re still friends inside the silence Still together,
somewhere backward
The group chat is a ghost town
But every notification turns my heart around
Maybe we’re not lost—we’re just spread out Trying to survive in different
parts of town (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Saturday works for me. (chime)