Kitchen Lights

(mmm-hmm) Two AM, kitchen tile,

cold under my feet

Phone screen glow, blinding white,

looking for relief

You took a screenshot of the words we wrote But you kept

it to yourself, keeping it afloat

(ahhhh) And you never sent it

No, you never sent it

(why did you keep it?) Caught in the screen glare,

fading out of frame

Keeping the secrets, playing with the flame

You saved the proof but you let me go

Leaving me waiting in the late-night glow (yeah,

yeah!)

Quiet house, humming low,

static in the air

Thinking about the things

that you didn't share

Saved to your camera roll,

locked behind a screen

The closest thing to us that there has ever been

Never sent it...

(no, you never sent it)