Last Seen at Two

[Verse 1]
The green dot on the WhatsApp flickers out.
You're playing defense with your Castle Lite.
Tracing lines on the glass, full of doubt,
Underneath the slow strobing of the light.
You hold that phone like it's the captain's band,
Protecting secrets I don't understand.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the gaffer in my head is screaming, 'man, just press!'
But you hold possession of this whole address.
Every look you steal across the floor is a through-ball I nearly missed,
'You still out?' is the draft I keep writing, a shot I know I can't resist.
You look up—

[Chorus]
Your thumb just draws a circle on the glass,
A one-two pass that never seems to last.
Last seen at two, what does that even mean?
Caught in the space between the blue ticks and the screen.

[Verse 2]
Your friends are doing the Pitori, they're calling your name,
But you're stuck in the ninety-second minute of a different game.
You laugh at something that I couldn't see,
And for a second, I think you're laughing at me.
Then you slip the phone in the back of your jeans—a red card to the night.

[Bridge]
A high synth note, a whistle in the air.
Is this a foul or is it a dare?
The whole club is loud, but the quietest thing
is the space where I can hear my own phone ring.

[Outro]
Type. Delete. Type again.
The floodlights just went out, my friend.