[Verse 1]
It was midnight when you showed up on my stream, a bright small light,
You spammed the chat with tiny hearts and kept me up all night.
Your cursor hovered, typed and left, then vanished like a spark,
I kept the window open, chasing flickers in the dark.
Blue check on my mind — I wait for words that slow and hover,
A quiet ping, a borrowed laugh, the way you used to cover
Every silence with your noise, every low with something loud,
Now I scroll the slow replies and feel the distance in the cloud.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Hold that pulse — the night still breathes between our lines,
Every small reaction teaches me the shape of time.
I memorize the echoes of the ways you once would start,
Stitching all your tiny signals to the corner of my heart.
[Chorus]
Flickers of us — small fires in the dark,
You lit my stream, then left a single heart.
Silence pulled the thread apart — I miss the reckless words that knew my heart.
Midnight hearts, they flicker back and spark,
A glowing cursor on the edge of everything we are.
[Verse 2]
You used to spam me like the world was ours to break apart,
We tore the night to ribbons with your laughter and my art.
Then replies grew thin like autumn leaves and fell without a sound,
I watched your thumbs, your little blue checks, the ways they came around.
There was comfort in the pings that meant you were somewhere near,
Now small reactions cut me like a flash of fear.
I draft a dozen messages, delete them all again,
Keep reaching for a certainty that’s fading with the zen.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
My restless mind rewrites the meaning of your lines,
Turns casual replies to weathered, complicated signs.
You drop a heart — a single echo — I replay the start,
Hoping one small blink can always light the dark.
[Chorus]
Flickers of us — small fires in the dark,
You lit my stream, then left a single heart.
Silence pulled the thread apart — I miss the reckless words that knew my heart.
Midnight hearts, they flicker back and spark,
A glowing cursor on the edge of everything we are.
[Guitar Solo]
(A muted, melodic electric guitar — warm, yearning — sits over a slow-building bass and syncopated snare, echoing the shape of a late-night melody.)
[Bridge]
Remember that rainy stream — you typed "stay" ten times in a row,
The rain on my window, your cursor stuck like footprints in the glow.
You used to promise loud and small at once — the spam, the steady light,
Now a single heart reaction feels like winter in the night.
There’s a promise tangled in the past I keep replaying in the dark,
Your voice an echo on the line like distant trains that mark the heart.
[Breakdown]
(Quiet — sparse piano and a single sustained pad)
I whisper to the empty chat, I count the tiny marks you made,
The cursor blinks, the blue check stares — I trace the slow cascade.
Just me and memory and the hollow of a room that used to sing,
I hold the weight of moments where you left your little things.
[Final Chorus — soft then building]
Flickers of us — small fires,
