Front Porch Replay

Your voice note plays through the phone speaker's crackle

Sitting out on these damp wooden steps

Under a buzzing light that makes everything look pale

You sent a picture I was supposed to forget

But I still have it saved (humm)

That glowing screenshot on my screen

Is the closest thing to gold I've ever seen

This is cheap-date devotion

Holding on to a memory we shouldn't keep

Out here in the faded porchlight With a love that doesn't run

too deep

But it's ours tonight

I replayed that voicemail three times over

To hear you laugh about the state-fair ride

The wind is cold but I don't move inside

I'm staring at the digital blue light

Knowing I should clear my screen tonight

This is cheap-date devotion

Holding on to a memory we shouldn't keep

Out here in the faded porchlight With a love that doesn't run

too deep

But it's ours tonight

(yeah) Just a screenshot in the dark (ahhhh)