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Intro
She's still sleeping, I'm still typing
Verse 1
Six months back, two AM, she's face-down in the pillows Google Doc open, cursor blinking like a witness Started as a project brief but the comments turned confessional She fixed my comma splice, I felt that more than anything my girl said all week and I know how that reads Every edit felt like fingertips on something I shouldn't want She'd highlight my paragraph, suggest a softer word I'd accept all changes just to watch her cursor move Margin notes past midnight, footnotes nobody would audit I chose her font over my partner's voice Don't even remember deciding
Pre-chorus
She's still asleep but I can feel her listening Something shifted here, can't rename the file
Chorus
It wasn't cheating, it wasn't clean In the tracked changes I lost what both things mean Not guilty, not innocent, nothing I can name Two cursors in a doc that set the whole apartment on flame Tracked changes, tracked changes Can't undo what I became
Verse 2
Present tense. Watching TV, she asks who I'm texting Nobody. Technically true. But she memorized my screen time Caught her checking Wednesday's numbers in the Publix lot on Sunrise She rearranges my nightstand to test if I notice Moved the charger left, I adjusted without thinking, she clocked that Timestamps on my WhatsApp, my Signal, my last seen She built architecture out of suspicion and the blueprints are accurate I watch her watch me like a hallway camera She deserves to know. She already does. That's worse
Chorus
It wasn't cheating, it wasn't clean In the tracked changes I lost what both things mean Not guilty, not innocent, nothing I can name Two cursors in a doc that set the whole apartment on flame Tracked changes, tracked changes Can't undo what I became
Verse 3
She sent a voice memo in the comments, just a work note But her breathing at the end, that extra second before the clip cut Replayed it in the bathroom with the faucet running We had shorthand now, acronyms that autocorrected into intimacy She'd type "acknowledged" and I'd read it like scripture The vocabulary we built had no translation back to the language I was supposed to speak at home Fluent in the margins, stuttering at dinner
Bridge
She asked me, "Are you happy?" Not suspicious. Genuine. I froze because the honest answer has layers I wasn't happy with her or the other one I was happy with the version of myself in those margins That version chose better words, revised himself before submitting I was performing my best draft for the wrong reader
Verse 4
Deleted the doc. Cleared comments. Blocked the number Revision history gone but I can't unlearn the grammar She still checks timestamps and I let her search for what's gone The coworker took a job in Tallahassee, no goodbye Shouldn't have stung but it did, for a Tuesday
Verse 5
Same apartment, same couch, same Sawgrass view from the balcony Every room hums at a frequency I can't unhear No confession, no thrown plates, no dramatic anything Two people on a couch with different versions of what's real She knows something. I know everything The silence between us types louder than I ever did
Outro
Tracked changes Can't undo
Inside the recording
She's still sleeping, I'm still typing
She's still asleep but I can feel her listening Something shifted here, can't rename the file
Tracked changes Can't undo
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