[Verse 1]
Eleven forty-seven, kitchen light still on
Phone face-down then face-up then face-down again
Delivered flipped to read right at eleven fifty-one
Four minutes drags like Sunday when you're waiting on someone
Typed a joke, deleted it, typed "hey" instead
Watched that little hourglass spin circles in my head
Coffee's gone cold, the dog's asleep, the house got quiet fast
Just me and a gray bubble holding onto the past
Checked it sideways, checked it twice, checked it one more time
Like staring at a kettle makes the water hit its climb
Nothing moves. The screen just glows there, patient, calm, and cruel
Teaching me a waiting game I never learned in school
[Chorus]
Seen at 11:51, still no word from you
Watching silence turn to static, don't know what to do
Seen at 11:51, the quiet's loud and true
I'm not angry, I'm just tired of staring through
[Verse 2]
So I put the phone face-down, for real this time, not a bluff
Walked out to the porch where the air's a little rough
Started playing something — just a voice, a beat, a hum
Let the night keep talking while my thumb stayed numb
Here's the trick: you set the thing, it speaks the time out loud
Eleven fifty-six, calm, unhurried, unbowed
Then if a message lands, it reads it right out clear
No glowing screen to haunt you, just a voice near your ear
So you're not a lighthouse scanning for a boat that may not come
You're just a person breathing, doing one thing at one time, not none
Small shift — hands free, eyes up, mind someplace else for a minute
That's the whole trick: live your evening, let the message sit in it
[Bridge]
It won't stop the waiting, won't make the answer fast
Some nights the reply just never comes to pass
I can't fix the silence, can't make somebody choose
But I don't gotta watch it — that part's mine to lose
[Verse 3]
Maybe it's not about you anymore, not really
Maybe it's the habit of a hand that moves too freely
Reaching for the glow like it's gonna hold me steady
Needing something answered just to feel a little ready
But the world keeps turning past this little screen
Porch light, moon above, a space to breathe between
I could wait forever for a bubble turning blue
Or I could learn to live inside the minutes I walk through
Not every silence means an ending, means a door
Sometimes it's just quiet, nothing less, nothing more
[Chorus]
Seen at 11:51, still no word from you
Watching silence turn to static, don't know what to do
Seen at 11:51, the quiet's loud and true
I'm not angry, I'm just tired of staring through
[Chorus]
Seen at 11:51, still no word from you
Watching silence turn to static, don't know what to do
Seen at 11:51, the quiet's loud and true
I'm not angry, I'm just tired of staring through