I am a digital native
I grew up with a phone in my hand
I raised a touch of my finger
I get taken by chance on the chat
But compared to you
You've always known how to act, how to play me
I am digitally naive Always refreshing
Waiting for your sweet nothings on my phone Sweet nothings in my ear
I keep checking up on you But you ghost me again
You disappear like a picture in my feed,
baby Like a whisper in the wind,
baby
Like the files on a lost address
Sweet nothings on the line
You cut me up for attention
And then you go when I get to your screen
Conversation of dead and haunted You bring me back,
I'm seventeen
Come back to you
I don't know how to act,
how to face it I am digitally pristine
Always refreshing
You disappear like a picture in my feed,
baby Like a whisper in the wind,
baby Like the files on a lost address Sweet nothings
give you time Give you time to make up your mind
Give you time to change your decisions
Give you time to ghost me again
Sweet nothings on the line
Sweet nothings on my phone Sweet nothings in my ear
I keep checking up on you
You disappear like a picture in my feed,
baby Like a whisper in the wind,
baby
Like the files on a lost address Sweet nothings give you time
Yeah, they give you time to make up your mind
Give you time to change your decisions
Give you time to ghost me again
Sweet nothings on the line