

(oh-oh, yeah)
Two phones glowing in the kitchen light
We are soft launching this perfect night
But your old number's typing on my screen
Saying "five minutes away" from the scene (hah,
what a lie)
Five minutes, five minutes,
yeah right
Another profile, another frame in sight (ooh-wah)
Your second Instagram is open on my lap
Beside the amethyst we bought to clear the map
I cropped your shoulder out,
the caption is a clue
While some stranger has your old SIM card and answers too
And the room starts spinning with the lavender incense
Waiting on a ghost that makes no sense (no sense,
no)
Two phones glowing in the kitchen light We are soft launching this
perfect night But your old number's typing on my screen Saying "five
minutes away" from the scene
(hah,
what a lie)
Five minutes, five minutes,
yeah right
Another profile, another frame in sight (ooh-wah)
We stack the quartz up high to keep the vibes aligned
But we are leaving half of who we were behind
(behind, behind...)
Soft launching... five minutes away...
(hummm, yeah)