Popcorn

[Verse 1]
I see the checkmark, cold and grey,
My message frozen there for days.
I offered movies, popcorn, light,
But nothing’s come from him tonight.
I scroll back up, reread the chat,
As if I might have missed where he replied to that.
But all I find is my last line:
“Wanna go? I’ll pay this time.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe he’s busy,
maybe he’s just stressed.
Maybe he’ll text tomorrow —
but I’m not holding my breath.
[Chorus]
No response, no reply,
even though my phone keeps glowing.
I stare into the light,
where no answer’s showing.
No response, no reply,
not a word, not a sign.
Not even “Sorry, I can’t make it” —
just silence on the line.
[Verse 2]
Maybe he’s still deep in thought
about the snacks that might be bought.
Maybe this is all some plan,
and tomorrow he’ll call me up again.
Maybe he’s in some great distress,
his battery dead, his life a mess.
But honestly, I know the truth:
he saw my text and didn’t move.
[Pre-Chorus]
I asked him out so nicely,
with popcorn and some flair.
But his reply got swallowed
by the silence over there.
[Chorus]
No response, no reply,
even though my phone keeps glowing.
I stare into the light,
where no answer’s showing.
No response, no reply,
not a word, not a sign.
Not even “Sorry, I can’t make it” —
just silence on the line.
[Bridge]
Maybe he’ll say “sorry,”
maybe send a line.
Maybe just a thumbs-up
when he finally finds the time.
But until then I’m sitting here,
with wounded pride and stubborn cheer.
And if he asks, “Did you still go?”
I’ll say, “Yes. But you missed the show.”
[Final Chorus]
No response, no reply,
but somehow I’ll survive.
I’ll go see the movie on my own —
lonely is not the same as alone.
No response, no reply,
no drama, just a sign:
next time I’ll ask somebody
who can answer in real time.
[Outro]
No response, no reply,
no message in the air.
But popcorn, let’s be honest —
tastes better when it's shared.
[Fade out]
No response, no reply.
No response, no reply.

Acoustic folk-pop, singer-songwriter, male warm raspy vocals, mid-tempo, rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming, organic percussion, foot stomps, hand claps, intimate room ambience, natural reverb, earthy, honest