If He Texts at 3
Track 2 of Midnight Confessions
[ Lyrics ]
If he texts at 3, I’m telling you, I’ll still reply. Phone on silent, but I feel it when it lights, blue glow on the ceiling like a warning sign I write. He’s not an angel, no halo on his head, just a bad habit dressed up like a warm bed. I hear his laugh in memories I shouldn’t play, the kind that burns you slow, then fades away. Said he’d change, swore he meant it in the dark— but promises from liars feel like sparks. I know… I know… Side-chained pad swells, pulse in chest I should block his number, bury every text. But comfort’s got a cruel disguise— it sounds exactly like his voice. If he texts at 3, I’m telling you, I’ll still reply, even though I know it hurts, even though I’m wise. If he says 'u up?', I’ll answer like a ghost, somewhere between love and needing closure most. I’ll still reply… Yeah, I’ll still reply… Last time, I stayed 'til morning, hair still twisted tight, he left before the sun hit, like he feared the light. I cleaned his wineglass, saved the receipt, acted like a caretaker for a thief. I know his touch ain’t healing, I know his words ain’t true, I know I’ve got a backbone — so why do I undo? I know… I know… Pad thickens, pulse climbs high I should kill the feeling, let the silence thrive. But danger feels like home tonight— it whispers in his voice, precise. If he texts at 3, I’m telling you, I’ll still reply, even though I know it hurts, even though I’m wise. If he says 'u up?', I’ll answer like a ghost, somewhere between love and needing closure most. I’ll still reply… Yeah, I’ll still reply… I don’t want him — but I want the rush, the dizzy high, the hush before the crush. I don’t need him — but I miss the lie, the way he looked at me like I was sky. If he texts at 3, I’m telling you, I’ll still reply, even though I know it breaks me, even though I’ve tried. If he says 'u up?', I’ll answer like a flame, burning slow and steady, whispering his name. I’ll still reply… Yeah, I’ll still reply… I’ll still reply… …still reply.