Aisle Nine Confessions

I'm the plus-one

who became the point

Standing in aisle nine,

checking our joint account (yeah)

You invited me as an afterthought to that downtown bar

Now you're sending screenshots of the things we are

But you delete the evidence,

keeping it light

Locked in a second tab out of sight

Cheap-date devotion under fluorescent tubes

Buying frozen dinners for two,

laughing at our moves

Saved in your archive where nobody can see

Just a hidden folder of you and me

I'm the plus-one

who became the point

Standing in aisle nine,

checking our joint account (oh-oh-oh)

Just a screenshot

we deleted

Locked in tab number two (hmmm)