Left On Read At The Buzzer

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Left On Read At The Buzzer lyrics

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Intro

Fourth quarter feelings, live from a one-bedroom. BEEP-BEEP, WHISTLE! Phone on the cooler, TV on blast. Tonight’s score: home team ninety-two, my pride questionable.

Verse 1

Nine people in a room built for three and a cat, Pizza receipt curled up, eighteen forty-three flat. TV screaming Game 7, group chat all caps, She on my couch but her thumb got fast-break laps. Blue light on her cheek, orange soda in the cup, 305 on my cap, 954 blowing up. I ask, “you good?” she points at the screen, Says, “watch the possession,” like I’m not on the team.

Pre-chorus

Then she called a timeout with no timeout left, Changed her little status while I’m standing by the snacks. Unread turned to unfollow, that whistle hit my chest, Ref said “play on,” but the couch knew the facts.

Chorus

Left on read at the buzzer, oh no, Clock hit zero but the feelings won’t go. Missed call review, L2M on my phone, She said “you still mad?” like the foul wasn’t shown. Left on read at the buzzer, oh no, Everybody saw it but the refs said no. Game 7 heart with a regular-season tone, I don’t need the ball if you won’t call home.

Verse 2

Second half started with a side-eye screen, She subbed out my name for “you know what I mean.” Read receipts turned into courtside seats, Every green bubble heckling from cheap back seats. She hit mute on my jokes, put my hoodie by the door, Said, “take accountability,” then checked the score. I’m trying to run offense, she drawing up shade, One bad pass and my whole roster got waived.

Pre-chorus

She called me defensive, I said, “that’s the scheme,” She rolled her eyes so hard it counted as three. She changed the lock emoji, took me off the dream, Announcer said substitution, everybody looked at me.

Chorus

Verse 3

Then a prayer from the wing hit the glass and dropped, Cup hit the carpet, whole room popped. Clip hit the timeline before the net fell still, Her phone lit mine with, “lol that was unreal.” No “my bad,” no “I was tripping,” no rewind, Just a laughing-face text and a “you seeing this?” line. Same hand that benched me tried a casual inbound, Like the fourth-quarter rulebook never got found.

Bridge

Slow-motion review: thumb hovering, blue dots, Angle one: me with paper plates by the box. Angle two: her eyes said foul, mouth said fine, Angle three: my name slid off the starting line. Official ruling: no apology received. Crowd reaction: mixed. My stomach disagreed.

Verse 4

I watched the thread frame by frame, possession by possession, I never touched the rock, I was scenery in her lesson. She ran give-and-go with the drama in the kitchen, I set screens for a text that never left the mission. Her best friend posted, “men do too much,” My friend sent “bro?” with a popcorn GIF glitch. That’s when the replay finally looked clear to me: I was bench mob cheering for a jersey I don’t need.

Pre-chorus

So I put my phone face down by the sink, Let the notification do its little cheap blink. Love shouldn’t need a Last Two Minute Report, Just to know who walked off court.

Chorus

Verse 5

After the shot, she typed, “you alive or what?” I watched three gray dots run a full-court cut. Twelve-oh-six on the microwave, rain on the rails, TV crew still arguing contact on the nails. I left it on seen, not proud, just precise, One controversial call deserves controversial ice. Fans can debate it from the couch to the bar, I kept both hands up and walked to my car.

Pre-chorus

She wanted overtime without saying the foul, I wanted one clean call in a room too loud. So I let the screen glow, then I shut it down, No fade, no wave, just the final sound.

Chorus

Outro

BEEP-BEEP, WHISTLE! Notification. Final ruling: call stands. Phone face down. Door click.

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