Your Moment

[ Lyrics ]

I clapped, but my chest felt heavy.

Blanket pulled up to my chin, screen glow on the wall,
watched your face in slow-mo—light bouncing off it all.
They called you 'the one,' the look, the new muse,
I smiled at my phone, typed 'so proud' and left you loose.
Deleted 'I miss us,' erased the last line—
we used to split the frame, now I’m just behind.
You waved at the camera like it knew your name,
and I wondered if mine still lived in your brain.

We lit the same spark, same lens, same dream,
but the spotlight’s got rules—I’m not in the scene.
So I bite my lip, let the moment pass,
cheer from the dark, hope you can’t see the cracks.

Your moment, your light, your name in neon,
I’m the shadow still dancing, quietly leaning.
I meant every 'good for you,' every 'you killed it,'
but I won’t lie—part of me still resented it.

Remember that night we shot downtown with the drones?
No budget, just passion, shaky hands on the phones.
We said 'future billboards,' laughed like it’s a game,
now here you are floating—same dream, different frame.
I saved the outtakes, your hair half undone,
when we whispered 'we’ll change it'—two girls and one sun.
Now strangers quote your lines, wear your style like creed,
while our co-write file sits frozen… unsaved, unseeded.

We built that world together, brick by brick in the dust,
now I’m just the echo when they ask 'who trusted you?'
I don’t want your crown, I just miss being *us*—
in the frame, in the plan, in the rush.

Your moment, your light, your name in neon,
I’m the shadow still dancing, quietly leaning.
I meant every 'good for you,' every 'you killed it,'
but I won’t lie—part of me still resented it.

Is it love if it stings? Is it pride if it bleeds?
I don’t hate your success—just the distance it needs.
We used to be volume, now I’m reverb in the back,
and I miss my own reflection when you look at me like that.

Your moment, your light, your name in neon,
I’m the shadow still dancing, quietly leaning.
I meant every 'good for you,' every 'you killed it,'
but I won’t lie—part of me still resented it.

I clapped… but my chest felt heavy.