I don’t wanna know where you sleep at night,
New body on the old highway light.
I deleted every text, but the ghost still writes—
Your name in the static, your laugh in the fights.
Keep your Instagram stories, I’m off that grid;
I’m a blur in the background you already slid.
If you’re happier, don’t show it, just let me fade;
‘Cause the more that I see, the less I can trade
These scars for a future where we never existed—
I don’t wanna know, I just wanna miss it.