Wristband Screenshots

Standing on the asphalt outside your gate Looking at the window of

your new estate Sent a text to the number that I used

to dial But a stranger picked it up,

it's been a while They screenshotted the chat with a cold reply

Then deleted the trace without saying goodbye Still got the faded festival

wristband on my wrist Just a plastic souvenir of what I missed

Now I'm driving through the dark with the radio

low

(radio low) Watching all the memory lanes start to glow But you

blocked the line, yeah you shut the door I don't even know

who lives there anymore (anymore)

Yeah, green bubble turned to gray,

now it's gone New tenant in your head while I'm moving on

They saw the old pictures that I used to send Probably laughed

at the way we had to end I stared at the screen

till the screen went black No archive of us,

no turning back

Now I'm driving through the dark with the radio

low

(radio

low) Watching all the memory lanes start to glow But you blocked

the line, yeah you shut the door I don't even know who

lives there anymore (anymore)

Yeah, deleted the chat (no trace,

no trace)

Just a wristband left on my arm